My muse is off somewhere on a runaway train
Seeing sights and hearing sounds that surely
Will be pressure washed against my brain
In the wee hours of the night when sleep
Just doesn’t come.
She took off her hat and underneath
A bird majestically flew by.
Songs were sang and chattering teeth
Mumbled soft words against the cold.
I toss and turn still,
And the lit up numbers keep ticking away.
A broadway show that turns dark,
When the actors do a spin and then
Suddenly all miss their mark.
Instead a blackness comes,
And they all disappear.
A few more moments have wasted away.
Deep in the jungle a song starts to play
And the animals are in a strange position,
They begin to bob and sway
While the sky sets afire in sunset.
The images are hazy now,
My eyes begin to close.
The images are quiet now,
I know I’ll write them down.
The animals all take a bow
And the sun is beginning to rise.