One o'clock in the morning
I don't know if I'll sleep tonight
Eyes are wading in puddles
Of a half-moon light
Stars twinkle in knowledge
That I have not an insight
Yet my pillow won't dent
With my mind rambling blight
Where do I send these thoughts
Up in the air, on the end of a kite?
Go far away, to a dream land scene
Winds take them, till morning light
© cat hodgson
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