A Poem Woke Me Up

A poem is worth a thousand words
Our volumes are worth eternity
Your dime is human; my time divine.

The above is the ending of this poem
That invaded my night of light sleep.

When it gets this bad
And this good
I have to hear Laura Branigan.

Solitude suits me
The dark comes pleasant with it
With poetry in the dark
I sometimes miss a keyboard character.

Sometimes these nights need candle light
Right now I do not want to fiddle with a match.

Let us move on to Shattered Glass
This night is going in that direction.
I need something stronger than air
I must go for the can of cola.
I wrote three poems in my sleep
And am up sleep writing to create and compose this one.

What I meant to say the darlings of the night
Took away and left me lonely.