Every time the sun comes up
My mind becomes alive
With thoughts of you
As I try to focus
On some subtle facet
Of your beauty.

However, sometimes
The day holds for me
Something that sits in my head
And festers like rotting meat.
I try to ignore it but the stink
Is overwhelming and my mind
Is consumed.

I give in and try instead
To simply scrub my mind clean
So that I can begin anew tomorrow
But as I lie in bed
Ready to put today behind me
A familiar restlessness fills me
I toss and turn trying to find
a distraction that will let me sleep.

I know what I must do.

With the moon glowing
It comes to me like a fever dream.
I pick up my pen and scratch out
Today's inspiration.

It isn't perfect but
Compared to the muse
It never is.

Tomorrow will be better.