Of Late Nights and Lost Dreams


Why this reluctance to sleep?
This powerful need to maximize production
before the rise of the sun.
The overwhelming need to expel all my thoughts
into pages or pixels.
The waking night dreams that eclipse all others.
That creative monster inside me
Turning my thoughts toward paths
yet unseen.
The restful dreams of sleep,
eclipsed by the pull of anticipation.
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
An anxious hope.
Knowing I am destined for something
that glows from beyond the horizon.
From which arise the harsh morning rays…
my beautiful nightmare.

photo credit: jDevaun via photopin cc


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