Night snatches
My day dreams and
Tosses them aside.
Night is jealous you see and
Wants to hover over me in
Sleepy, restlessness.
I write rhymes on the
Slate of my mind between
Soft music and moon light flooding my
Room in lace patterns through the
Curtains.
I pay night back and catch
A falling star to make wishes upon,
Then close my eyes.
Night lets me rest for a while, wrapped
In trails of moon dust, whirling
Around me and I find restless
Slumber.
Soon, I tossed aside the covers and sit
Here now, writing a little something,
Just to pass the time until sunrise raises
Morning 's shades.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At our age dear, sleep with dreams is the best of both worlds.. James