[ The small hours of the morning seem to whizz away so fast ]
by cricketjeff on May 31, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The small hours of the morning seem to whizz away so fast
But sleep won’t come although I’m in my bed
I really should be snoring, dreaming of the days long past
While Morpheus himself cleans out my head
There is something very silly in a poet who’s awake
At the time when he should really be in dreams
For a poet needs his dreaming so not dreaming’s a mistake
And I think I’ve taken that to great extremes!
Author notes
Just nonsense, maybe writing down that I con’t go to sleep, will send me to
sleep, goodnight world.
English