Good Night Poem by JR Cuyam

The sky is moonless and black,
All around me is total dark,
I am home and though my head, I lay,
the night won't give me a respite,
Thoughts begin to flow from somewhere,
Surely, this is something that's hard to cumber
And i'm certain, this is more of the same
Notions to be expressed on paper
Hope this is not a dramatic poem
Or just another elegy
So tired of hearing sadness and of always seeing gray
Not my hand, but something will direct my pen
If it is my Lord's Spirit, then, lemme say, Amen!
He's the best director though his ways aren't the best for me,
He's the author of my life and my story
And Ooops! a river of silence has drowned all the ideas
And from the sky, falls, a cadence
Wetting the ground and the trees seem to dance,
It's raining but I hear a rhythm of devine romance,
With heavy amount of drowsiness
This beautiful modulation makes me speechless
And all of a sudden, I lost appetite in writing
I re-a-lized music is the best instrument for sleeping.