A Midnight's Dream Poem by Christine K. Trease

You wake me from my sleep and call my name.
You are not one to be ignored, yet just the same,
I treat you casually and pull the covers to my chin,
but you beckon to me once again.

I toss and turn and try to pretend
that you are not calling to me again
but the words burn so brightly in my mind
until alas, no peace can I find.

Slippered feet shuffle across the floor
as hands feel their way through the bedroom door
to the desk where pen and paper lie in wait
to see what combination seals their fate.

Ink flows to the page with swirling ease-
draining the words from my mind with expertise.
A stanza now recorded in this space of time,
finally I am free to rest my mind,

until the ocean of verse floods my thoughts again
and takes me hence to places I have not been,
lovely places waiting for me to find
within the midnight chasms of my mind.