4:19 IN THE MORNING

I've been writin',

All the long night.

Now it's 4:19,

In the mornin'.

An' just before,

The dawnin',

Of the new days light,

A storm comes,

A-rollin' in.

The quietly,

Fallin' raindrops,

In flight.

Like tears,

Descendin',

From the sky.

So softly,

They're comin' down.

On the rooftops,

Tonight.

So silently,

I can hear them cry.

Glidin' in,

On waves of sound.

They don't seem to,

Want to,

Stop.

Even for the light.

Hidin' in,

The shadow's,

Background.

It's a fitting,

Backdrop,

For the end,

Of my long night.

All the long night.

I've been travelin',

Thousands of miles,

At a time.

Journeyin',

Through,

Many a pages,

Of another,

Never endin'

Fantasy rhyme.

I've been searchin',

Through,

Piles of,

Loose leaf binder paper.

Rakin' in,

The scraps of ideas,

For my next,

Paper caper.

All the long night.

I've been a-wanderin',

Through,

The outer limits,

Of absurdity.

An' then stood there,

Wonderin',

Who?

Who could be,

A doubter,

Of this reality?

All the long night.

I've been adventurin',

Through,

The written text.

Not really understandin',

What I do.

Or what'll be,

Written next.

All the long night.

I've been walkin' through,

The other,

Part of me.

Breakin' off,

From the physical thing,

That I be.

Takin' off,

Out to solve,

Life's mystery.

Talkin' to you,

'Bout,

What I see.

All the long night.

I've been wanderin' off,

Through,

The Plane of Ethereal.

While ponderin' of,

How to be,

Sane,

An' real.

Crossin' over,

The borderline,

To another dimension,

On the other side.

Passin' though,

Without a road sign,

To my destination.

Just along,

For the ride.

All the long night.

I've been runnin',

To keep up,

At my pace.

Chasin' after,

Stars that have,

Fallen free.

Comin' through,

The barriers,

Of time an' space.

Racin' off,

For places that are,

Callin' me.

All the long night.

I've been at the farm,

Pullin' weeds.

Attendin',

To the garden,

Of my imagination.

Cultivatin',

The seeds,

Of my inspirations.

Watchin' 'em,

Sproutin',

Roots of conception,

Into the fertile ground.

I'm out there,

Waterin',

Prunin',

The plants of my nature.

Watchin' 'em,

Growin' into,

Stories,

That stem off,

Into plots,

Of twistin' action,

Spun all around.

Watchin' 'em,

Bloomin' into,

The glories,

Of our completion's,

Together,

Pen,

Paper,

An' I,

Are bound.

All the long night.