Night is my favorite, most creative time of the 24 hours we are given.
I love the night from dusk 'til dawn,
It's the only time to carry on
with thoughts and dreams still unachieved,
my whole life plan at night conceived.
No light's distractions, no buzz of sound,
my conscious clears while ideas abound.
Sleep does not come for me with ease,
Time hypnotic is knowledge less seized.
What is it that makes me insightful those hours?
Is a great truth revealed by some higher power?
I think fate is set when the mind is most clear
of petty thoughts which by night disappear.
But as the hours count down to day's early light,
some find it ironic to be enlightened at night.
Yet I find strength to arise and start the dead day,
knowing that night is not far away!
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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