In the earliest parts of the morning
When the normal have gone to sleep
The poets minds begin soaring
And their ideas begin to creep
Their minds filled to the brim
Their thoughts and ideas, never dim
Oozing with sensational feelings
Enticing Spiritual healings
When its the darkest time of the night
When No sound is made
The poets ideas are bright
Out and about, never afraid
The emotions begin to swell
Always uncertain of the outcome
Will it end well?
Will it run on into a slum ?
When finally he closes his mind
Locking everything inside
Saving his thoughts for the next time
When his mind is ready to climb
When the normal begin to stir
His thoughts become a blur
Waiting for the at special time once again
So it can come out and unchain
3 AM is the poets hour
When he can stand taller than any tower
His mind is so clear
With out any hint of fear
His minds only frontier
YOU ARE READING
Late night thoughts
PuisiA collection of poems based on my deepest thoughts, reflections and feelings and deals with the themes of motivation, perceptions and are often inspired by my own experiences and various muses including books I've read that captured my imagination.
