so im up agean at 3 in the morning becouse I cant sleep.
Out of bordem I desided I was going to search the web and see how many songs and/or poems I could find with 3am mentend in them. I was suprised to see quit a fue, even a poem magasen called 3am. any who... I came about a poem that intreaged me. Its sad that the auther has past on, I just felt the need to post it here for a short time to see what others thought about it.

Waking at 3 a.m.

Even in the cave of the night when you
wake and are free and lonely,
neglected by others, discarded, loved only
by what doesn't matter--even in that
big room no one can see,
you push with your eyes till forever
comes in its twisted figure eight
and lies down in your head.

You think water in the river;
you think slower than the tide in
the grain of the wood; you become
a secret storehouse that saves the country,
so open and foolish and empty.

You look over all that the darkness
ripples across. More than has ever
been found comforts you. You open your
eyes in a vault that unlocks as fast
and as far as your thought can run.
A great snug wall goes around everything,
has always been there, will always
remain. It is a good world to be
lost in. It comforts you. It is
all right. And you sleep.

William Stafford

If you didn't pay attention, this is not mine thouse the name on the bottem.
you can find this and other grate poems at [link]

P.S. Happy birthday to me