It used to spin from
the webs of my mind
Dripping out onto the keys,
stopping time and motion.
But now it ceases
like a new moon,
gone indefinitely,
but silently present.
One day, I hope the sun
rises on this land,
again;
For now, I lie in wait
for it to come galloping back,
filling my night
skies once more.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
It used to spin from
the webs of my mind
Dripping out onto the keys,
stopping time and motion.
But now it ceases
like a new moon,
gone indefinitely,
but silently present.
One day, I hope the sun
rises on this land,
again;
For now, I lie in wait
for it to come galloping back,
filling my night
skies once more.