The night greets me
In radiant affection
As sleep eludes
Its purpose,
Prompting me
To recite poetry
To this golden beauty
The night greets me
In radiant affection
As sleep eludes
Its purpose,
Prompting me
To recite poetry
To this golden beauty
Beautiful! Sometimes it’s during those quiet wee hours when you’re most inspired! I’ve experienced that many times! I’m about to fall asleep and suddenly an idea hits me!