Found this in an old forum I was on... poetry, who knew?

Midnight Waters

Boat adrift in midnight waters,
Doldrums in the dead of night,
Embryonic clock is ticking,
Tympanic trances, in lieu of sight...

Midnight mind, the ultimate alchemist,
Starts with lead, but longs for gold,
Reach for warmth, cold comfort finding,
Mythical, magical incantations unfold...

Imagination: such tricks are playing,
How can silence sharp so dull the mind?
Phantoms, in thy heart, are haunting,
Bringing sinister thoughts to that once benign...

PANIC! adrenaline soon starts rising,
Palms are sweaty, mouth is dry,
Curse the darkness, this windless waiting,
Panic crescendos in strangled sigh..

Reprieve! Reprise! sweet breath come quickly,
Come again to kiss the sails,
And place my boat again in motion,
Adrift upon the dreamer's swells.....

What's that? That touch, such warmth is spreading,
A poultice upon a fevered brow,
And with a smile, complete compliance,
That dreamer's wind is blowing now!

Boat adrift in midnight waters,
Drifting free in the dead of night,
Embryonic clock is ticking,
Tympanic trances in lieu of sight.

(c) Glynda 1999