late night inspirations

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Lying in bed, listening to the rain as it slowly splatters
against the window

A blank piece of paper, waiting to be covered
with dreams, thoughts, ideas,
worries.

Bright twinkling lights
reflected off wet, nighttime
pavement, bleeding
reds and starry yellows running,
mingling with watery blues and midnight blacks

Heavy skies surrounding rain, blues
of all shades blending with thick
clouds, full of water and ready to soak
cleanse the city.

The Warmth of the heater,
thick hot air blanketing
in its safe comfort

The feel of my Mother’s arms
protecting me, reveling in the symbiotic embrace;
childhood resurgence.

Comfort only a best friend can provide:
ice-cream
cuddling
horrible movies;
and the refusal of the allowance of the three

The knowledge that
no matter what, they’ll always be there

The sound of a favorite song as it wraps
around you, embracing and taking
hold of your entire
being

Butterflies associated with a major crush-
the ones that ache
as they tumble around, trying to take flight,
yearning to be set free

Anticipation of a first kiss
angsty and beautiful and
perfect

The smell of coffee as it wafts around you
awakening your senses
the promise of caffeine

Scratchings of a pen on paper
forever inscribing the unique thoughts
of its beholder

Discovering and hearing music for the first time,
falling in love with the lyrics
the chords
the haunting melodies,
and knowing life will never be the same

Waking up and realizing there’s still time
to sleep, to snuggle up
under the blankets
hugging the pillow
basking in the comfortable warmth of
sleep and dreams

When inspiration hits
and no matter how early you have to be awake
fighting sleep to put pen to paper
releasing the ideas as they flow from brain to ink,
twisting with excitement.