My imagination flourish,
as night slowly creeps,
inspirations lits the spark,
in the moments of tranquility.
Nocturnal visits . . .
I want to be rested,
but patience get tested,
ideas starts swarming,
like nectar seeking honeybees.
I opened the window,
gazing at the silvery sky,
hoping moon soothes,
being gentle to the eyes.
Yet, emotions doesn't let go,
silently lingers, and overflows,
ruminating actions, or lack of,
lamented choices & plights.
A bane of inquisitive mind,
still newer questions arrive,
to be pondered, to be explored,
becoming part of my reflections.
Nocturnal visits . . .
I dreamt of rendezvous,
but heart have other plans,
if reality aren't stimulating,
fantasies can bridge the gap.
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