Last night,
I couldn't fall asleep.
I tossed and turned,
Took off my shirt,
Took of my shorts,
And the socks off my feet.
But still,
I couldn't fall asleep.

I got up,
Not to read a book or watch tv,
But to grab a pen,
To grab a pencil,
And finally,
A piece of paper.
I drew,
Because I couldn''t fall asleep.

I stopped.
My eyes grew tired
And the night grew weary.
But I looked at her
She looked at me.
She wanted color,
She needed color,
Before I fell asleep.

I wondered,
Because I couldn't help to wonder,
If this was born out of me,
From my mind,
From within me,
And IT,
Only being a piece of paper
Was so beautiful to me,
How much more Love
Does my Creator
Have for me?

I looked into her eyes,
They were much like my own.
And her need
Was much like my own.
I wanted to keep drawing
But I thought that maybe,
Just maybe,
My drawing, too, needed sleep.