Midnight Rendezvous
Tossing and turning trying to sleep
Arms and legs flailing bedclothes in a heap
My mind keeps churning ideas come and go
Why does my muse torture me so?
She never visits when daylight has come
But takes over my mind until I succumb
Finally it's off to the computer I go
Praying the juices will start to flow
The clock chimes four…then five and six
I can't go to bed I've two poems to fix
Why do my thoughts surface at dawn
While I sit here red-eyed stifling a yawn?
Oh elusive Muse and the powers that be
Why do you persist n torturing me?
I love to see you… come again soon
But I'd rather you made it
In the afternoon!
Copyright© 2002 Beatrice Boyle
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