How I cherish these secret
hours of solitude
closeted quietly whilst the
house sleeps;
Gentle snores vibrate around
the walls, of a now silent
home;
Hustle and bustle have stilled
with the night air..
Creeping around with baited
breath..willing all into unconsciousness..
She sits..
Time ..just for me..alone, I gather
the paraphernalia of scrambled thoughts into
neat piles..indexed..awaiting
delivery;
Only the gentle tapping of the
keys keep me company..wave
after wave of frantic urgency
manipulate fingers stiff with
effort..pouring forth a platitude
of emotions...
and still the house sleeps..
gradually the need diminishes
and with it..tiredness;
Creeping back upstairs, trying
not to find that creaky stair tread,
my night begins..but for others
..day awakens...
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Adding your comment:
Thank you Pari ..delighted that you enjoyed it 
Lynne, I wrote essentially the same thing early this morning...Di read it, too...
It's called 'Moving Softly Past Midnight'...Great penning with a universal appeal, my Friend...
I love your descriptive technique in this piece, Lady...& I sooo get it...Be well, Poet...
Wanda
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