Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Scribbles from 4am

The prayer you don't say
will keep you up
till the break of day.

As you toss in bed,
sleepless through the night,
it arises in your head
to get up and to write.

So scribble your restless heart
as it searches for its home:
they may remain far apart,
but at least you'll have a poem.

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