It's midnight here in Utah <br />And the world outside is still <br />As I sit down at my keyboard to compose - <br /> <br />My mind begins to wander <br />Down the sidewalks of New York <br />And I wonder if your sweet subconscious knows - <br /> <br />Assuming that you're sleeping, <br />But that never was your style - <br />Too many midnight poems confirm that fact - <br /> <br />I wonder, Mr. Ryan........................ <br />Do you miss your poet friends - <br />Does your lonely laptop beg you to react? <br /> <br />It's really much too quiet <br />Ever since you went away, <br />And midnight now has lost its magic spell - <br /> <br />My poems now seem unnoticed <br />As the lack of comments show, <br />And I always knew you would critique me well - <br /> <br />But, I'll continue searching <br />For your words upon my page, <br />As I believe that one day I will find <br /> <br />That still my light is shining <br />In the midnights of your life <br />As I travel through the subways of your mind.<br /><br />Linda Ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-subways-of-your-mind/
