In between my sunsets and sunrises
I visit other lands
Where life is always grand
And love is never planned
I dwell happy in those nether regions
Where beauty is a prayer
That ensnares the fain and fair
And scares away the mares
Thus I pursue the middles of the night
And the dearth of piddles
And live instead with riddles
That diddle and twiddle
It is my escape from rhymes and reasons
In the seasons made prime By all thoughts inside my clime
Suspicious of crime and grime
I find peace inside my schemes
Which nurture inside my dreams
DVWG Poet Sam Nichols