Do Not Kip Tonight <br />While you sleep <br />I write <br />In the relative quiet of the night <br />Snoring and meowing cheers spur me on <br />Words come softly whispering to me <br />“You are not tired, do not kip. <br />I will show you some of you <br />you didn’t know. <br />For inside of you is <br />treasure trove” <br /> <br />I take to the keyboard. <br />Blank page in hand. <br />What will flow <br />onto the folio <br />I do not know. <br />For the moment the keys <br />are under tips <br />fingers dance mystically anew. <br />For thought is skipped <br />hands control <br />what heart scribes <br />to the page without meditation. <br />Deeper and deeper revealings <br />on the page appear <br />as night after night rolls by. <br />Words whisper of myself <br />without excision of my fears. <br />My lusty heart revealed <br />even to me, oh dear! <br />Wisdom never known <br />comes from me to be in my home. <br />Memories left in the crypt <br />of my life surge up causing strife. <br />Knowledge of books long ago read <br />layered in whispered Words <br />that are new friends <br />giving a surprise. <br /> <br />As the morning glows <br />it seems just a moment <br />has off beam gone. <br />Sleep comes to my day <br />in my dreams I say <br />“Where did that come from? <br />My heart not so deep, my eyes feeble, <br />spirit cloaked, body flubbing. <br />I did not know <br />I could find <br />treasure from innermost! ” <br /> <br />I slumber in the sunrise <br />just to wake in the fortnight <br />hearing the whisper of Words <br />“You are not tired, do not kip. <br />I will show you some of you <br />you didn’t know. <br />For inside of you is <br />treasure trove”<br /><br />Sandra Dodd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-kip-tonight/
