Poetry late at night Posted on July 19, 2016 by Kevin CrispinLeave a comment Late at night With your voice in my ear I tell you stories that never run out Till you sleep and I sleep Together, somehow, reaching out For the empty side of the bed. I’m a storyteller, your storyteller Late at night Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Kevin CrispinWhat do you think is up to my right in the picture? A cob web? Probably a cob web. Or maybe it's my Beatles records on top of my air conditioner. It's certainly not fresh, new wainscoting.