Unslept Night
The meditation of an unslept night,
dancing to the music of silence.
Waiting for that unseen sight
and my visions to form an alliance.
To create the uncreated art,
searching in worlds unexplored.
My mixed up ideas to sort
and find a train of thought to climb aboard.
An imagination yearning to be set free,
unbridled senses waiting to take the lead.
Casting off fear and reservation to the sea,
but to experience truth dreams must concede.
No happy medium between wisdom and beauty,
can't balance the two in my troubled mind.
For some unknown reason, this has become my life's duty,
to search my thoughts for an island of peace to find.
A plan to stop this madness I'm willing to do,
to fall asleep and not sit and think the whole night through.
But rest just seems to escape my grasp,
tomorrow night I'll try again perhaps.
10/28/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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