In The Stillness Of The Night Poem by Dan McGonagle

In the stillness of the night
When everyone's asleep
I sit here at my monitor
Thinking long and deep

Some things I do remember
Other things form in my head
The last thing that is on my mind
Is going to my bed

I juggle with all kinds of words
Creating images in my mind
Sometimes it all comes easy
At others its hard to find

Like an artist with his canvas
All the colours he requires
Yet still no brush strokes on it
Nothing in his soul inspires

The sculptor with his soft brown clay
Moulding thoughts with just his hands
Producing works of finest art
His fingers like taut steel bands

Like the composer writing music
Plucking notes from out of the air
Magic in his combinations
Creates for him a melody fair

After time in contemplation
Random thoughts appear in rhyme
I suppose when all is said and done
I didnt waste my time