Monday, February 22, 2016


Upon the best time to write for you and me
The body and the clock may disagree
I rise in the night with creative prick
There is no instance to creativities tick
Words roll out from a sleepy mind
Perception is blurred as thoughts unwind
To rest or write are the only choice
So I arise and scribe down my voice
And though tomorrow I will sleep through day
The world will know what I had to say