Midnight Poet

Writing in pitch-dark pitchy begin Upon the stroke of silent pen Touches my words across the night sky Where me inner self meets a spirited lullaby Silent space is a lonely place Where altar sits in poet grace Night sweats; pearls of sweet verse hone As I cradle and nurture in golly forest home An owl calls goodnight hoot The vista of darky shadows across the woods salute While scribbling lyrical in darkness peep Poetic drift, rush past, looking deep Writer man licked in night-time dew Shedding sleep dust to the dusky view To sound of rhymes, the scripter re-awaketh The wellspring of motivation for the Midnight Poet