Sleepless
My eyes are closed, but not my mind
I cannot leave my thought behind
The shadow of a poem is there
It's essence drifting through the air
Slowly words new lines become
To elusive verse I must succumb
Select, arrange, each verse refine
Shape it til the poem is mine
No longer sleep can I forsake
I pray it's still there when I wake
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2012
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