Close your eyes and I'll sing to you
though I haven't many words.
Fingers moving to this tune
making melody a verse.
Creating contorted content
like dancers with shapes and lines.
Carefully crafting concepts
into story and art that rhyme.

Moments make memories
that turn into dreams.
Wishing washes a way when
showers of stars stream.
My mind is like a madhouse,
running away from me.
But time stands still with wonder
when I'm fast asleep.

-by, Patrick Hamilton
09Feb2019