Excerpts from "Burgundy Curtains"

~~(firstly penned Autumn 2015~~






I must now! close my eyes, my weary Curtains,
rest them ready for a near alarm,
sweet Music clock, in my little tiny phone-


I wake for thee and thee, despite my every mundane physical or psychic pain. .


I ask a Universe of Muses,
bid them speak through me, 
as Dawn's yawns begin their cease,
plead with them to return after I repose, if only an hour,
as you are my greatest Muse, mi amor;
you and you, little man, my beloveds... !
(my child giggled at one of his own Muses -
they come often into his Sleep;
he speaks with them, my tiny Troubler, Troubadour)
You are my main Muses and I pray to every Deity of Good,
every Light-bearing Lady,
to do my best for thee Today,
for my big thee and my little thee ("dee?")


please help me to do right by them, 
kind-Hearted, drowsy Moon,
still sighing softly, hovering, caressing our home, 
our Solo Heart.
GoodNight to the Dawning Light -
despite my many flaws,
I am going to Sleep before you're fully Borne