the warm night shade

‘This book is not for work’, he said

‘It is for poems to write in bed

You work all day your day is done

Now write a poem just for fun

It can be silly wild and free

Your mind can wander you will see

That worries melt and smiles begin

When poems rhyme and sing within

Your day is done your mind it fades

Into the darkness, the warm night shade

Your poem’s done and so’s your day

Now close your eyes and dream away!’