Because There Is Really No One There At 11: 30 In The Evening

when sleep does not visit you
till 11: 30 in the evening
you take your time waiting for it
as you dabble in poetry

here is a friend that understands you
and listens to what you are talking
in that cautious silence of his metaphors

the evening becomes a romance of one soul
and one body all contented in the grace
and beauty of the gift of thoughts
and words

he toasts that imagined glass of wisdom
filled with that wine of air
and then the laughter that spreads
that no one hears

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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