Oracle by Moonlight

Something happens late at night when everyone’s in bed.

My mind at last is free to rest but then I write instead.

Maybe it’s the quiet night and the words inside my head

or maybe there are things that simply can’t be left unsaid.

The night, it speaks, so fluently of things I’ve yet to learn;

and willingly, I lay awake to listen and discern.

Thoughts emerge out of thin air as if they were my own.

Revelation strikes me deep when it finds me alone.

Knowledge streams into my soul and out my pen it pours,

as poems, songs or messages, I’m just a vessel at my core.

Lessons learned and prophecies and theories, ways to cope;

Reflections on philosophy, wisdom gained and hope.

The silent nights give way for meditations to unfold

and lead me to the answers I’ve been seeking more than gold.

So I’ll keep writing through the night, like I don’t need the sleep.

something in me cannot rest ’til after my pen speaks.