As gnats do multiply on brackish waters
So do worries number without her arms;
Thoughts peck into coiled gray matter
To aggravate the burden of this fleshly matter;
I would cast its dull carcass to the ground
And learn whether spirits fly!
But dust outwits time’s debate
And as it was before shall once again be
On its cruel white watch the moon yet spins
And tugs water’s dark waves beneath me
Leaden sleep lulls my fingers down
words escape my pen
her eyes shine like shimmering stars in the blue night
and her face is fair
Edit me as you like
I shall never forget
The charmed hour before dawn
When poetry nudges her to speak.
If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me
"Up to Me" by Bob Dylan)
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