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When I Am Tired and Ready for Bed
by Joe CramerWhen I am tired, and ready for bed
I think of you my muse, lovely in view.
Such thoughts that now flitter, run through my head
While I lay sprawled, with limbs that are askew.
Drooping eyelids flutter, then open wide
Dreaming of my love though I am so tired.
My thoughts are too many, to run and hide,
My brain surges on, as if it were wired.
By the brightest day and darkest of night
I dream of my true love, my heart, my muse.
Longing to have you, always in my sight
Sharing such joy none could ever refuse.
Truest love, you are always on my mind,
Your sweetest of hearts, none could ever find. 09/08/2008 Posted on 09/08/2008
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/08/08 at 04:59 PM ...joe, i love how you personify Muse, into a muse, an inspiration, as you use them/it...i love it you treat her/muse/inspiration as a friend, a confidante, too cool...i've seen your muse used in a lot of your work and tho' this is the first time to say all this, i have always liked the way you've made friends with your muse, take leadership from her...lovely thing you do, always extolling in admiration[as it should be!]your muse... |
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