In the stillness of night
The night whispers speak
They talk of being awake, not asleep
They speak of the day
The Sunshine and rays
They speak of the events that are stored in your mind
You listen
You sigh
You turn over and groan
Sleep is what I need
Not a revisit time
The whispers continue
Putting a hold on sleep
You get up and wonder
Do I use my creative streak
Do I write
Do I draw
Do I just mindlessly scroll
Do I look at social media like a shadow troll
The writing begins
The words flow
All to soon your eyes begin to close.
A magic lesson learned this night
If the whispers didn't come then neither would the insights
As the words flow the insights glow
This is the world of creative flow
This is the way to sleep each night
Using the magic of words to write and bestow.
About the Creator
Donna Morgan
I am a lover of the mystical the magical and the spiritual.
I write to help others awaken to their awareness of self by interpreting feelings or deeper insights others may not know how to voice
I love to write it is my soul's work.
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Comments (2)
Excellent! I grow with the flow and I hear the whispers.
Writing is definitely very therapeutic. Loved your poem!