Sunday, July 3, 2011

Wee Hours of Morning

In these long sleepless nights

I find my mind drifting

To thoughts of him

I wonder what he is doing


He doesn't know the love

That is bursting in my chest

As I listen to the melodies

I hope will make this longing less


I feel alive and restless

Being driven by my heart

To experience in entirety the feeling

That's made me an insomniac bard

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