A Poem by    S. Allen Wilner    02/1979		Click on bright star to visit Allen's Home Page
	My troubled mind in midnight's lonely hour Travels the world and keeps me from sleep. I spend the night in chambers dark and gloomy; I search for ghosts that I don't care to see. It journeys far, not asking permission, No heed it takes of my soft, plaintive plea-- A captive to my inner soul's transgression, I pray for peace, and with it blessed sleep. My restless mind, it studies me intently Then softly says in voiceless sympathy, "There's time to sleep when life is dying embers, Come! Fly with me, we've still the world to see!"
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