Three in the Morning

Three in the morning

Three in the morning
It’s the loneliest
Time of night.
The time when memories
And haunted dreams
Take flight.

They scurry ‘round

The ceiling
Slither across the floor
Even though they
Come unbidden
They come all the more.

Three in the morning

Dragged from
My deepest sleep
Dreams and memories
Taunt me
Seeking which I choose to keep.

It’s a ragged, rugged

Lonely hour
Come darkest 3 a.m.
When dreams and memories
Wake me
And play me at their whim.