in the corridors of hidden thoughts
and dreams where few find rest
Sleepless nights, many
Intoxicated by nocturnal's drug
arrests the mind to create
to touch the tip of its nib to
paperless scrolls of
ideas and dreams come to life
These musings gather
like fallen leaves
Burst free when eyelids shut
to open wide again.
Sing me a lullaby
Drift me to that happy place
Stay with me if only for a while
Stay with me...
Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2017
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