Typing in the darkness,
Some random verse at the corner of my mind,
Whispers of some forgotten words,
Thoughts that beckoned sighs.
It really isn't my medium,
Rhyming by candlelight,
But then the haunting begins,
Something I should have said.
Fluid is the mind,
Swimming in the sea of discourse,
Harken the sound of sleep,
Thoughts at rest when words run dry.