The quiet of the night,
ideas - taking birth,
images - swirling through my head,
the mist, lifting itself,
the faint traces of a path,
peeping through the woods.
Why then do I have to stop?
Why do I have to sleep?
If only I could go on,
but then am tired.
Tomorrow then,
with the morning sunlight,
will my ideas see the light.
ideas - taking birth,
images - swirling through my head,
the mist, lifting itself,
the faint traces of a path,
peeping through the woods.
Why then do I have to stop?
Why do I have to sleep?
If only I could go on,
but then am tired.
Tomorrow then,
with the morning sunlight,
will my ideas see the light.
