From thought's casket

Thoughtful thought

It’s a coy night;
A dimly lit room obscure my sight.
Literature invade the bed lying helter shelter
Thoughts want to break into the dream world
Alas!  They fail to enter.
Grey cells race to a distant past,
Reminding the essence of memories-
Only thing perhaps, never lost.
It’s eerie, yet I love the silence,
Just the heartbeats audible;
Not often do you get this chance.
As sleep delude the eyes,
I ponder twice and thrice-
If thinking ushers in intelligence,
After an intense thought process night long,
Tomorrow shall I get wise?