There once was a time when slept…

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There once was a time when slept
I slept with dreams of my own
Calm and peaceful in the night sky
Gentle summer breeze through a window
Left open just enough…
To keep away the demons of the night…
Now I find myself with coffee and words
In the small hours of the night
Wandering the halls of new home
As I’ve done so many times before
Bach in the background as my fingers find
The keys to ease my worried mind
And wanten heart.
Poetic justice for a painters heart
To wander with words so late in the night
These small place and faces
That haunt my desires and dreams
Keeping paint at bay till the words stop
Falling from the sky.
There once was a time when I slept…..

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Benjamin
2014
2:30a pst

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12 thoughts on “There once was a time when slept…

  1. and we all benefit from the words that pour from your heart and wish you had the benefit of them too. why, does poetry not flow at noon, at 3 in the afternoon? why must you lose your sleep? it is a time for renewal and dreams of endless imaginings. it is poetic injustice of the highest order.

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