The Twilight of My Mind
as I climb the stairs to seek rest,
my body is tired
but I see my pen
and I think just one, one line
and then he will let me sleep.
But the twilight fuels my hand
as my fingers grip the pen
and my mind frees with a fatigue
which leadens my lids.
My mind leaps for the darkness
And as the moon climbs,
my muse stirs in his sleep.
His dreams arouse my desire
to create a perfect image;
my hand races to record the ethereal thoughts
before he fully turns to embrace me
and I fall into his sleep.
2008
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