Sloth or creation?
Why oh why
when sleep is elusive
does my mind refuse
to be creative
It's like an illness

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If I lived in a world
where I didn't know
a willow tree as a willow tree
or sunflower as a sunflower
but instead

A night of dreams
visitations of the past
moments of angst
disappointments relived
I feel the emotions
I've been in the stories

I wandered outside last night
to check on our little world
The fog was misting softly
and round and round it swirled
When I awoke this morning
I heard the wild winds of fall

Cheyenne
not much of a morning girl
She hides away under a blanket
or deep in her clam-shell bed
a gentle soul biding her time
But a warm afternoon