I wrote my poetry
To a symphony of snoring
As my lady lies beside me
Sleeping through till morning

The kids asleep
In the rooms next door
While I,m wide awake
Writing once more

Probably writing
Till one maybe two
Till sleep overtakes me
And I fall asleep too

She looks so peaceful
As she lies there asleep
The kids are so quiet
I hear not a peep

Maybe it's wrong
But I feel it's right
To say that I love
This time of night

It's my time of creation
The darkness of night
When words come a haunting
And I start to write

But now as I tire
I turn out my light
All that's left to do now
Is wish you all goodnight