It's midnight here in Utah
And the world outside is still
As I sit down at my keyboard to compose -
My mind begins to wander
Down the sidewalks of New York
And I wonder if your sweet subconscious knows -
Assuming that you're sleeping,
But that never was your style -
Too many midnight poems confirm that fact -
I wonder, Mr. Ryan........................
Do you miss your poet friends -
Does your lonely laptop beg you to react?
It's really much too quiet
Ever since you went away,
And midnight now has lost its magic spell -
My poems now seem unnoticed
As the lack of comments show,
And I always knew you would critique me well -
But, I'll continue searching
For your words upon my page,
As I believe that one day I will find
That still my light is shining
In the midnights of your life
As I travel through the subways of your mind.
Linda Ori
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-subways-of-your-mind/
