The wee hours of the night,
Blending into morn.
Here is where my secrets are learned.
I think of my future and past,
Of life, and how it goes so fast.
I think of all the things I will never say,
Because in these wee hours, is where they stay.
I don’t often come here,
Life has kept me on my feet.
But I can’t help it,
When I grow weary of the repeat.
And so I find myself awake in the A.M.s
My thoughts become my conversations,
My body moves and dances.
I close my eyes and simply be,
During a time when I should be asleep.