Sleep won’t come, but what’s new?
It’s late at night… well actually not,
it’s early in the darkness of morning.
Here I sit, once again while others
sleep until night’s end.
There’s a slight wind blowing rain
drops against my window pane.
Oh! How lonely it seems when it rains.
I wonder if Poe will show with his
black raven, that I know so well!
The lack of sleep make the mind tired and weak.
Visions appear from days gone by, nameless face
forgotten from the lapse of time, which I cannot deny.
Places and faces remembered only in rhyme.
Oh! How I wish I could capture time in a bottle;
and magically return to those days gone by.