Burning the midnight oil
Compose in construct
Writing at times when in the trash
There were even moments, I simply wanted to dash
But looking for words took longer than I ever would have imagined
Hours pass, and found myself falling asleep, so much for sleepless
But during that sleep, there was a knock at the door in my head
It was words telling me “Wake Up Wake Up”
We have word to do
They were telling me, you are far from being done
The words said, “Write this down”
The time is too write, but not think on slumber
Sentences certainly came to mind
Words after words became another
The writer was writing like no other
The words and sentences have found a true love writer
It’s a matter of believe and formulate
The focus of words to create
The Writer realized, he had the love of writing all along
The writer said, “This is where I belong”
Sleepless through endless time
The Writer achieved within his own thoughts
His now captured sipping on some wine
This is a special occasion, and I can celebrate and dine
Words continued to come even after
North, South, East and West
Words from the Writer says best
“Writing is what is enhanced, it becomes the opportunity. The Heart and Mind say, and words that come out. It’s words through the meanings. There is a reason to be sleepless
But writing being sleepless until
The mind flourishing on will