Reading & sound effects offered by Dirkbag...
http://anewtone.com/dirkbag/MyMidnightChild.mp3

it's 12 am
i lie in bed
waiting to sleep
a random phrase
crosses my mind

it means something
or nothing
but it's there
and it won't rest
and it grows

it's picking up speed
and more friends
now it's a sentence
a much longer string
of silly words
that must mean
something
important

now the light is on
the dim red one
by the bed
that really isn't for reading
or writing
at 12 am

a notepad
is around here
somewhere
it's yellow and old
and my pencil
has no eraser
signs
of how much
writing i don't do

the words are so
specific
one will not fit
but another one
will
try again
the message is coming...

i think to myself
how interesting
this never happens
this must be what it's like
for an artist
who can't help it
ideas
just show up
simmer around
and pour out
into the night

and then suddenly
without much effort
there she is
my midnite child
of words
i'm the single parent
of an unexpected lesson

my mind is still
the words are out
where they asked to be
not stuck in my head
in a frenzy

it's 1 am
i lie in bed
i can rest now
with a smile
and i have realized
creation happens
to the artist
not of the artist

but what did the child say?