Fighting Night The Thief Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

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