Made it past ten

I thank all of you,

 and express my apologies.

Sleep pattern is out of whack,

  leading to a few more rambles.

Kept me up,

 long enough,

different visions seen.

Nothing contrived,

  merely stories from distant friends,

    who I consider my family.

Each story is one waiting to be seen,

 and soon might be added to a dream.

Sleep well my fellow poets.