Imagination

Insomnia- A Lovable Time

I

Never fail to fall asleep. But when I do, the

Stealthy silence of the night sneaks up on me, and

Opens a door covered in glowing runes, where shafts of light shine and

Move in a way that mesmerizes people.

Not once have I regretted this, as my thoughts and

Imagination run free;

As inspiration flows from the radiant door

And coats my thoughts with its honey-like gleam. Words swirl and trickle in my head,

Leading me into a trance-like state, where my pen starts gliding across my notebook.

Old characters resurface, along with new ones. Former plots too, merging with fresh ink.

Vague ideas develop, into various parts of stories. Efficiency at its highest,

As if this is all just a dream.

But it isn't. For words appear in print, and shape stories, poems--works that I

Love and am proud of. I never stop polishing it, until I am sure that it shines and

Emits a bright beam that satisfies me.

Time tiptoes past, and when the golden hour emerges

I climb back into my covers and settle in my bed, knowing that

My door of runes that is now tightly clasped shut, will soon spring open again, and

Engage me into embarking on another enchanting journey.