In the Cold Silence
of the Night

In the cold silence of the night
In small hours of morning Im awake
I write not for urge so to do
But rather for its own sake.
Like many writers the world over
I put down words as they come
And little think of why or where
These thoughts and ideas are from.
Some say its madness of the mind:
But I say its not so
Some say its God inspired
But writers the truth know
All men on earth are poets:
Your poems are curses and prayers in line
Ane everything you say and do
Are equal as verse to mine...