Dare I try to sleep, dare I try to rest,
As I lay upon my bed
At Three Thirty in the morn,
When my Poetry is at its best.
Words flow from my Mind,
I cannot desist ~ to Praise THY Works divine,
As new poems in abundance are
Written down ~ line by line.
My pen upon the paper glides,
I hardly have to think,
As YOU guide my hand and pen,
I have no time to blink.
YOU keep me awake ~ tired I am now,
Maybe for a few hours I shall sleep.
My Mind now cleared of words to write,
I shall begin by ‘Counting Sheep’.
How do I end this poem now?
As this last verse I write this morn,
Knowing that YOU will keep me safe,
Until I awake at Dawn.
14 March 2014.
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