Midnight tiptoes

      In the midnight tiptoeing hours I am slammed against
time to sleep. Yet the mind races with words. Ah the soul
is exhausted but I cannot fall to sleep just yet.

      Such fire has crossed my path tonight. Such awareness
of the dangers that draws at me.

      Oh just that moment with a warm cup of tea. Just to
smell the aroma and let go. Fading into the dreamland for
a few short hours.

     The soul groans in the displeasure of awaking before
really necessary but here I pull my pale, freckled form
to look hazy into the mirror.

       The baby blues change to starlight. Oh how calm
I should be but relaxation will be for the afternoon hours
to unfold.

      Shh I say, stay with me in a dream. So joyful is the
sighs as the spirit soars with supreme happiness. Can it be
possible in any present status? Oh yes. Yes indeed. Ah the
smile of a quirky girl appears and slight chuckle vibrates
throughout my lungs.

      Hmm drawn upon a memory that just makes my
eyes twinkle even more. Tiny glittering sapphires beg a
glance. Would you look and see what story is unfolding?
Would you ask for the details?

       Oh here I chide myself as I let the minutes pass. Soon
I must awaken for an early shift. So come, let us have an
adventure inside my dreams. The short three hours I get
to sleep relaxed, calmed and smiling.

        Would you hold if you were here? Ah nevermind. Just
be joyful and happy I entertained you in a dream. Good
night my dear friend. My blues drift closed.

        Sleep well and maybe you, too, will experience the
laughter inside a dream.