I Write Poem by Randy McClave

It is 3 AM
And I hear them,
Words are in my sight
They give me flight.

As the world sleeps
And dreams seeps,
I sit beside a solitude light
I recite.

I thrive
As my thousand thoughts arrive,
The darkness is quiet
No one awake to delight.

I alone create
I need no mate,
Boredom I continually fight
Solitude is my might.

I sit in my chair
I have not a worry or care,
It is peaceful and night
So, I write.

Randy L. McClave