Sonnet: A Poet’s Time Poem by Dr John Celes

Unearthly hours of early morning time!
Hallowed be Thee for thy serenity;
Thou mak’th an artist toil by habit prime;
And show’th the road to Eternity.

What calmness stays around him at that time!
The time he plays his ‘Lute of Poesy’;
And noiseless earth goads him to make sublime,
His Life no more appears very stressy.

Albeit the noise of night’s tiny creatures,
The major world’s people appear to sleep;
Poets get solitude and right features
To think inspired, ink thoughts from the deep!

Glory to Thee, unearthly hours always!
Thou art the best for creators all days.