Words

Words Dawn Is approaching, The night is far spent In this piece I am writing I haven't made a dent The lines will not come, they refuse to rhyme My brain is tired , having a hard time Sitting here just before dawn Body wants to sleep, mouth forms a yawn Eyes are just two little slits Brain says, lets call it quits Finally out of the air comes a word One that I have never heard How am I suppose to use this? I think, oh brain, I heard amiss Softly, softly I hear my bed calling In slumber mode I am falling I'll try again on the morrow Words from the future will I borrow Strange words you have never heard Words that may sound absurd But at least a poem I will make On the morrow , now I cannot stay awake. Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)