Midnight Poetry

Ever wake up in the middle of the night, write something down, go back to sleep, wake up again, read it, and have no recollection of writing it? Well, here's were you dump your nighttime musings!

If I'm to die

Take me to the river

And where it meets the sea

Lay me down 

On the cold mountain face

Take me to the brook

Where the water gurgles

To the little stream that

Laughs at me

Hold my hand

Deep into the night

Where the stars dance

Their slow and free ballet

Lead me in a blizzard

To those high, high cliffs

And show me

The sun dye the snow red

And maybe,

Just then,

I'll be able

To leave in peace.

To leave in peace.

The End

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