You were creating the show
When moonlight poured through window
On your hands it painted tattooed designs
That danced as your fingers drew out the lines.

Your mind was singing the night’s tune
Time didn’t matter you were immune
You just saw ink glowing in moonlight
Strings of script surfacing on your sight.

You held onto that almost spectral image
Fast filling up diminishing the page
For you only knew this glorious whim
Could melt any moment in the day’s gleam.

Thus you write cocooned in the created mists
Swimming in the eddies of turns and twists
On a night that’s not there on no one’s sight
*Blinded as they are in the blazing daylight.