The sweet arrival of dusk
marking the departure of day’s tired husk.
My spirit awakens at night,
away from the irritating light.

I sit in the darkness,
away from the madness,
dancing carelessly to the words,
of my own poetry…

When everyone is finally gone
and I am truly sitting alone
I can be finally free.
Unbound to the wooden box
that otherwise contains me…

I sit in the darkness,
away from the madness,
I sink into a beautiful memory,
as I compose poetry…

Morning brings my musing to an end
whence I feel more or less dead!
As the sun rises in the east,
the arrival of day puts me to rest…