Poem page fifteen
Midnight Muse
Behold the Midnight Muse -
Watching all my thoughts take flight
Into the darkness of the night, the
Midnight Muse she makes them hers, enticing
Dreams to rhyme and verse.
When I would sleep or lie deep
In blissful meditation, the games of day
And all I said, are coaxed without
And played upon a stage within my head.
When body and mind seek only rest, I am the guest
Of the Midnight Muse, With experiences old and new,
We play her games of deja-Vu
But neither angels nor scribbling gnomes keep the scrolls, so
By the light of day all is lost, unless I,
Sit and forcing rememberance,
Putting pen to paper in reverance
Worship the goddess Muse and Melancholia.
A Duel of Delight and Desperation
