Wind whistles against darken
window pane.
whispering words
of my poets song
echoes as night oil in eyes burn.
Poetic jargon fights in tired mind
to take center stage.

All as time slows and night lingers.

Heat comes up with its taps
audiable to awake ears
as R.E.M. sleep alludes.

Tick tick tock of clock
breaks silence,
Fingers to keyboard
Joins chorus gently.

All as time slows and night lingers.

And the music of heart plays on
till poem is done
and sleep beckons.

All in a nights day as time lingers.