It’s very late or maybe early
Depending on your point of view
The sun and moon have long since passed
Another day will begin anew
In the tree beyond my window pane
A mocking bird sings to the dark
He doesn’t seem to care one bit
Of the sleepiest night I mark
But sleep will come as it always does
At odd times during the day
When the rest of the world moves about
In its own relentless way
I love to work late at night
When everyone is sound asleep
No interruptions to block my mind
As across the page I creep
It has been too long since a single word
Marched across this page of mine
And I suddenly find I’ve come to the end
Of a poem… It’s about damn time…
Adding your comment:
Hopefully I'll be here more often and writing as well. Welcome to AP. I hope you enjoy your stay..
In fact it's very cool. I, for one, am glad to see that you've started writing again. You already know I've missed your wonderful poetry, and now to be working with you on our project is fabulous. 
Dee
