Sleepless moments

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Tried to sleep.  The mind said, “Hell, no!  I have an urgent need to write!”

So I sat at the keyboard and…nothing.  Thoroughly enraged at my brain, I turned out the light, closed my eyes…and this wrote itself.  

No.  I have absolutely no idea what it means.  But my brain is happy now.

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Why the winter wind and worry

scurry round the gentle mind,

filling it with crystal flurries?

Round and round they follow time.

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Sleepless moments bark at hurry

chasing currents in the air.  

Is it not enough to carry

gratitude inside despair?