My poem I wrote only a couple of days ago. Hope you guys like it :)
It was winter. The snow flakes fell, slowly grazing the window ever so lightly as they continued their graceful journey to the silent streets of New York. The night was just as the snow, slow and graceful. The moon hung, casting it's gentle rays over the new fallen snow. New York at this time of night resembled an abandoned white city frozen in time, all still but the small specks of white falling from the wings of god's sleepy guardian angles as they too rest their tired heads. Though the city and it's guardians slept under peaceful moon rays I sat, unable to rest. For the Sandman had yet to visit my wide awake conscience. The time I had lost track of as the hands of the clock had almost to stop. In my hands I held a mug of warm coffee, the sandmans worst of enemies for it kept my mind alert through cities calm rest. The light of the gentle moon and it's sleeping man rests in my window, shinning on my face. The glimmer of god's love glomming in my eyes, telling me that all will be fine. "Rest now, my child. Sleep is what you need. You shall wake to peace and harmony, rest now, my child as my angles do. Their wings dropping snow. You shall wake to a city of white glow." as the words of god drifted into the night, sleep fell upon me, indulging me in the sweet bliss of rest and holding me in its gentle grasp. With snow drifting In the night just a god's kind words and the moons soft rays shinning over my body, which now rests on the window sill. Curled up in a ball. Still wrapped in then arms of peaceful sleep.
