At night, when sleep takes over and the mind goes numb, <br />the Sandman makes his rounds and leaves again, <br />when moon and stars rule skies, when one small crumb <br />keeps tickling you on your well-wrinkled skin, it's then <br />the time has come when thoughts drift through the drapes <br />and hover just above your restless feather pillow. <br />Their colours are elusive, fuzzy are their shapes, <br />yet they originate from your own private willow, <br />the home to all of your creative imagery. <br />These thoughts connect with you when Gods of twilight rule, <br />but fleeting as they are, you must, before they flee <br />accept them gratefully. And, do not be a fool! <br />Quick, write them down now on a waiting pad, <br />and in the morning they will greet you with a smile. <br />Others may think that after all you have gone mad. <br />Only YOU will be content and, in a while, <br />after brekkie maybe, write the day's first poem. <br />And do remember that all thoughts live in that tree, <br />if they ask, you simply say 'that's where I grow 'em', <br />I always welcome twilight thoughts, they are for me.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-dreams-2/
