In the darkness of the most ethereal night
my mind takes a flight
to snuggle up and sleep tight
but for the disturbances
'twixt the mid of night

eyes at midnight open wide
am I asleep or in a dream

far distant music I hear
many a loved poet does me endear
vouch that the voice of an angel
comes alive as if
God were the lone musician.

just passed mid night
darkness is as bright as is
under a candle...a lantern

nearing 3 A.M.
most may have observed
night besmirched in hallucinations
as one visits the loo
have you

early hours of a new morn
like a child is born
fresh cry is heard from the delivery room
was it you.

poem arouse wisdom
in the minds of those
birthing in mirages
does it ever happen
or 'tis simple orgasmic emotion

Now assess the intent of my
this poetic vision
romance will shortly commence
soonest as one returns
from the wilderness
would you love to
I beseech you