Midnight Society Of Wayward Dreamers

Welcome to the Midnight Society Of Wayward Dreamers;
It converges nightly on the tongue of those who mumble in their sleep.
Of those who mutter half-written poetry
When they're too tired to hold a pen anymore
When they're too overwhelmed by words to stop composing.
It is the place where you go in the middle of the night
When everything else is dead silent.
Except for the tapping of keys
Or that faint scratch of pen or pencil against page.
It is where everyone who calls themselves a writer has been.
And even the odd 'civilian' who doesn't spit ink and bleed words
Drops in from time to time.
To marvel in the presence of night and dreams
And perhaps toddle back to the real world,
And scratch down a short little poem
About the Midnight Society Of Wayward Dreamers
A Poetic civilian, like me.