Something I wrote last night when I couldn't sleep...
I give credit to losing
Half a good night's sleep
Stories fill the corners of my mind
Dotting my vision until I am blind
Places and people in my gaze
My thoughts become a colorful haze
How can I rest with all this?
Can't you see that it's pure bliss?
But, eventually, I must give in
To my body's need above the din
Of the wonderful stories
In my head
Now they sing me to my bed
And fade into the dark....