My Friend Sleep …
Last night being weary,
I tried so hard to find, my friend sleep,
but it seemed he’d gone away.
We used to have such good times,
just he and I catching up on a dream or two.
Sailing away on soft white clouds,
while soft lullabies whisper
and I fly away to dreamland.
Then suddenly in the late hours,
I find my muses singing in my ears.
They must have made sleep go away
and it seems like they are here to stay.
like musical notes,
march through my mind.
With pen in hand I jot,
while the muses sing,
all of their words,
loud and clear they ring.
Now when I lay down,
I feel so very sad and alone.
Inspiration now done,
the muses flying back toward the skies,
my friend sleep no longer comes,
mind active and thoughts running wild.
Some cozy, warm and dark winter’s day,
I hope to find my friend sleep once more.
Then through the dark, gray days,
he and I can dream together
and neither of us will be sad and alone anymore.
Leaving the nights for inspiration
and the songs of the muses.