I Am A Poet At Night Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am a poet at night
Like Lord Byron, there's
Little talk to be spoken in the dark
I'd rather wet my quill
And sing like a skylark in your heart.

Like Lord Byron, there's
Little talk to be had at night
I'd just like to light candles
Seven sheets to the wind tonight - in your heart.

I am a poet at night
There's nothing but poetry on my mind
Let daylight slowly spire
Blowout the cravings of melting wicks in wax.

I am a poet at night
Like Lord Byron, there's only a whispering muse
To keep me bemused
And so little talk to be spoken in the dark
I'd rather wet my quill
And sing like a skylark in your heart.

Blow out the candles
There's little talk to be had at night
Let daylight slowly spire
Blowout the cravings of melting wicks in wax.
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