'mny time
by lisa
I lay awake often alll through the night.
Not from sickness or worry, not even fright.
The hours are strange, yet these moments are mine,
I answer to no one but myself at ths time.
As I look out the window , in darkness I see, the many stars burning, maybe one just for me.
I sit back and listen, with just moonlight for sound as it
captures my soul and to it I'm bound. I hang on for a while
then I cut myself free, knowing I can return when I'm looking for me.