Whispers of the Pen
Slumber can wait, as twilight calls
Paper and pen quiet the rage
Transported down memories’ halls
Time’s passage, like print on a page
Through the flowing ink, words appear
Musings glide, let loose from their cage
My mind not my own, that is clear
Time’s passage, like print on a page
Closing the filled notebook for now
Sleep beckons, at last, I engage
Eyes flutter, my brain won’t allow
Time’s passage, like print on a page
Slumber can wait, as twilight calls
Time’s passage, like print on a page
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