The Poetry of Ann Margetson

If sweet sleep does not bedim your weary eyes
Do not lay abed full of moans and sad sighs
This happened to me just the other sleepless night
And I dressed and wandered in the pale moonlight.

A midnight path was illuminated by the moon’s face
Double beauty given by the reflection full of grace
Mirrored in the lake so extra light came my way
Show well the midnight path more subdued than day.

There was a rustle of the bare trees as I wandered along,
It seemed to sooth my troubled heart with a simple song,
The air was cool but the wind was being kind that night
And the glow of the moon was becoming more bright.

I walked along the tracks that followed the edge of the lake
I even took the longer walk that I would normally take,
The silence was like a blessing of peace and harmony
And it brought a sweet and healing peace to me.

As I wandered home that night along the midnight path
I felt relaxed and knew that sweet sleep would now come to pass,
The pathway glistened with pebbles more precious than silver
And that walk for me did restful sleep at last did deliver

M Ann margetson
Copyright April 20, 2010

midnightpath

I have tossed and turned in my bed, have now given up trying
To find sleep, what have I done? That she is now denying
Me my needed rest, All the things I do to coax sleep to come my way
Have not worked, so why in my bed should I sleepless stay.

I have prayed, remembered scriptures, counted blessings too
Even listed names beginning with A and continuing through
All the alphabet, but my mind will not settle down at all
So I thought I would get up, better than climbing the wall.

I thought that if I wrote a poem or too, sleepy I would feel,
It maybe that a poem needs to find it’s way out and so heal
Someone, words of help portray and sweet musings flow
If not in this poem, but from others that may soon follow.

Yes, a poem about the choir is racing through my head
And one about lost real treasures of friends instead
Of lost gold and silver and other earthly precious things
And if we seek for earthly power what sadness it brings.

M Ann Margetson
copyright April 19 2010