There is a poem no morning can right <br />It is the poem of the night <br />It is a dark poem and a deep poem <br />A poem of unrest and unquiet <br />It does not know its own name <br />And redefines itself through indecipherable disturbing dreams- <br /> <br />The poem of the night <br />Is not the poem I want to write- <br />But some nights it writes me without my asking for it- <br />And when the morning comes <br />I invariably rush to something else <br />So it may be erased.<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-poem-no-morning-can-right/
