Three Hours Past Midnight

Three Hours Past Midnight

It was three hours past midnight
Night has fallen softly
And I was still awake (or so I thought)
Staring at empty pages
All night long all I saw was you
The mists of time
Were clouding every memory
Making it difficult
To remember every moment
You are the best part of me
Never in my wildest dreams
Did I think I would be loved
By a beautiful woman like you
Suddenly I heard your voice saying

“Walter, lean back in the recliner
and put your feet up”

As I woke I realized
That it had been a dream
And the pages I thought were empty
Were filled with words
Words which became this poem

~The Tennessee Poet~
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