Always the Last to Arrive

I need to wake up by 4:30 am, but when the hint of inspiration is there, I am going to seize it... even if in this case it means a lot of yawning during meetings and yada and yada tomorrow..

Sleep is a friend who rarely arrives on time
he drifts by with empty promises,
this time he'll be there for me
This time, he says, he will be early
Yet here I lay,
mind racing,
list making,
email ranking,
agenda cranking
tomorrow is a breath away
and sleep has better things to do
"Focus" I say,
"You're in a moonlit room, and the fan,
is softly humming it's beehive songs"
And finally the soft, shuffling of sleep's arrival
find me
Sleep is a friend who rarely arrives on time,
but is always welcomed,
(almost) always perfect in every way

Reviews

[patricia]

I liked he idea of the fan sounding like beehive songs. nice poem.

[TheDrunk]

At least you sleep, I'd welcome that. Very good.

[pinpen]

This is wonderful, i enjoyed this read.

[Wondering Mind]

Inspiration is the culprit!
I liked the (almost) touch.