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 (All rights reserved)