12:48

12:48 and something’s missing.
Sleep can wait until she arrives,
The gentle muse of the evening
She’ll whisper to me all lies

Sounding like sweet sweet truth.
She’ll wrap me in warm words
Rocking me to sleep in her arms.
I breathe to live, but I write to die

Then I reincarnate to a new world.
“Quiet, close your eyes” she says.
And I do and the darkness takes hold.
I do and the passion unfolds.

By Dave Schipper ©2007 Rose Riversongs