Up Too Late Poem by Isadora Quagmire
Up Too Late
The moon is sailing on the breeze,
Casting silver beams through the trees,
I am awake as the watches of the night go by,
And pale grows the eastern sky,
My shift tonight has been long,
And the hours' weariness is strong,
But before I rest my head,
And before I reach the bed,
I have to go this site's library and see,
All the wonderful works of poetry,
Penned by friends—all in distant places,
And as I enjoy their works' lovely traces,
I find that I don't want to look away,
Yet I need sleep—I shouldn't stay,
But slowly I resign to my fate,
I shall be up once again—much too late!
A lovely poem.I too love this Site and check friend's poems daily.
Poetry has been a part of life, embedded in one's core. There is always joy in reading very inspiring works of Poets just like you.
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on our poems; I know I value and appreciate it!
: ) Again Brilliant! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++
Amazing imagery painted here! .. With feelings I'm sure many can relate! ..
Thank you all for the kind and thoughtful comments, you are the poets/poetesses that I enjoy so much : ) Thank you for taking the time to comment and read my poetry and other member's poetry, you bless all of us! Take care and may God bless you!
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I would like to translate this poem
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What a joy to read! The imagery is very compelling and fascinating. Yes, despite that we are tired from our daily works, we find time, even for just a moment, to visit this wonderful poetry site.