Poem: The 3 AM Poem

I snap out of my sleep. And this little one was born. Just for you 3 AM says the clock.

Poem: The 3 AM Poem

Snapping out of slumber

An unusual return to reality

The blue dial says 3 am

Fresh, frothy filter black coffee

And a nascent thought budding

Pure and perishable, about you

Just like the white rose of the night

Studded with the diamonds of the winking stars

That little rose that could wither

Or bloom again in my dream

That deep, insatiable longing for permanence

Crafted in these words, my dear

Here is my 3 am poem to you.

Sleep, my dear, beckons

Like a little magnet between my eyelids

Bringing me back to my dreams

The coffee, of course, didn’t work

Even the stars have gone quiet

The moon is nowhere to be seen

I find my little one again with them

The little verse I have been searching

For they appear in my dreams

Only to find them all with you

Here is my 3 am poem to you.

Leave us alone — I beseech

My dreams, my love forever

The 3 am land is the best

For no one will be ever awake

The purity of silence pervades

Just you, me, and our presence

Soaking in the smooth, cool night

A moment just for us to savor

The little words grow like a climber

Here is my 3 am poem to you.

Ashok Subramanian © 2024

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