Midnight Composition

Here I am again,

With neither paper nor pen

To write the thoughts

That stray throughout my mind.

I cease to speak

And yet I seek

To express

Feelings that free and bind.

And while the river,

Once so free,

Has trickled to a drop-

I can not stop.

For every line is a promise,

A way to recompense,

In a manner, to set off,

To depart, hence.

So now I type,

Upon the screen,

With fingers soft and thin,

I’m reaching out to you,

So I can reach within.