Night Owl
The mystery of the waning moon
as I look upon the clouds of dawn
breaks into my consciousness
This is the time of dreams sought
when thoughts are gathered like
so many pioneers on a broken trail
Sleep evades me and the lure of
creativity draws me in as it astounds
and bemuses me for what it offers
A canvas of words is displayed
and painted in the colors of the
night while the daylight beckons
Or perhaps some other creation has
come to fruition as these hands work
their magic and mold ideas into beauty
Then again I may get lost in the notes
as they press through my headphones
wishing my song was never ending
This is the time of dreams sought
when I gaze into my soul to find
my purpose and my complexity
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