It's long since past the midnight hour
Dreams beckon you to sleep
Silenced halls await your steps
But ne'er their thoughts you keep
Inspired by love of writing
A sentinel without time
Oh, but to pen another word
In hopes that it should rhyme
Lamp lit desk can't stay your hand
Ink flowing on a page
Words are your captive audience
While paper is your stage
Moments captured by your pen
Into the night and early morn
Sleep is ushered from the room
Not to hinder as you perform
And though no critic e'er will rave
Upon your work complete
You smile and turn another page
Dreams beckon you to sleep!