'tis past midnight
sleep has yet to come
though the skies are dark, my mind is bright
imagination desires its fun
story after story, plot after plot
come and go before me
at night i can be things i am not
imagination has its fun and is free
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." - William Wordsworth
