I lie here alone in my bed
it's 3am and I will not sleep
again this night.
I feel a poem starting
it's a single thought.
a moment of remembrance.
a tear of loss.
a color of sadest blue.
But it begins.
A hum a thought a need
far beyond tiredness.
Beyond sleep.
Beyond loss.
it comes in the night
quietly.
Yet demanding.
tonight a poem
will be born.