Jerrybaldy
09-15-2010, 07:36 PM
Well its getting late in this bit of the globe,
and im heading upstairs soon
and bequilted and fighting the night
I will lay in the light of the moon.
I will think of the poem of poems
and sit quite upright in bed.
I will think of arising to write it,
but will leave it 'til morning instead.
This mammoth of insight and verse
will invade my troubled dreams,
it will receive a thousand comments
and nothing will be as it seems.
But at daylight, abruptly arisen,
by the worries of day,
another bloody masterpeice,
has simply melted away.
and im heading upstairs soon
and bequilted and fighting the night
I will lay in the light of the moon.
I will think of the poem of poems
and sit quite upright in bed.
I will think of arising to write it,
but will leave it 'til morning instead.
This mammoth of insight and verse
will invade my troubled dreams,
it will receive a thousand comments
and nothing will be as it seems.
But at daylight, abruptly arisen,
by the worries of day,
another bloody masterpeice,
has simply melted away.