I am relaxed and warm in bed,
the day is done its time for sleep.
Stray thoughts glide swiftly through my head
obediently like flocks of sheep.
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When I awake I can recall, sometimes with startling clarity... I wish i could, lovely poem... colin J...
I wish I could remember things to write about I think up at night, but alas I did tend to forget, so I have a pad and pen under my pillow and hopefully write something down in the dark, that I can read in the morning. I loved this poem, lovely flow and contents. Excellent. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
I know what you mean, Ivor. My muse actually inspires out of the blue, when I'm awake. I run for my keyboard and out it comes with little thought and little time. Isn't it great? I don't know where it comes from, but I'm just happy that it keeps coming! This is a wonderful little write, thank you! Linda :)