In the dead of the night.


Nothing stirs. No one walks nor talks. I lay silently. With not a sound


In the dead of the night


The moon shines in my window. I look at the stars and i imagine her eyes. Her eyes, the one she that see through my smile. She understands what has happened


In the dead of the night


I think of how luck I am to have her. I think of how I feel happy and joyful when I am around her. I think of the thousands of words there are. I can’t string any together to explain what she means to me. I think of yesterday, worry about today, and wonder about tommorow


In the dead of the night


So many ideas bubble up and ready forgotten. So many poems that will never be written. So many songs never to be sung. So many words left, unsaid


in the dead of the night


But while people sleep, many people are awake. We pass it off as allergys or we were working late. There isn’t enough time to do life, so plan. Life is a schedule. No time to think. No time to act. No we stay up into the night. Trying to make the most of life. Trying to learn something new


In the dead of the night


So next time you stay up late at night. Whether it be you are: Restless or anxious. Thinking to much or worried about nothing. Full of energy or sadness. To many words in your head or a lack of words

What do you think of in the dead of the night?