Late at night
her eyes are wide open
as two full moons
beaming out in the dark.
Inside fires burn
flames flicker and refuse
the stillness of sleep.
She gets up
grabs her book
a sweater
a snack
and keeps a late night kitchen vigil
with insomnia…
–this date with quiet–
delicious silent solitude.
She feeds her soul
with bread and words,
then rubs her fingers together,
lights the surrounding gloom with sparks
and writes fire!
Just East Of Crazy Land 
Especially good! Lit a fire here!
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Thanks, Dennis! Making my day! 😉
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Nice Anna. 🌹
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Thanks, Janet! 🙂 May as well make the best of those moments, right?
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In the quiet of the night , our consciousness expands to far away places, that give a peaceful relief from the busyness of the day! Remember coffee late in the day can make sleep harder to find😉
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