Moonlight Madness

…and sometimes when the night is still

When doubt has pushed against my will

Drenching my spirit with winds ill

Until I fain would curse the quill

I hear you whisper quietly

And somewhere deep inside of me

I’m bolstered by an aching need

For oh, a poet I must be

…and sometimes when the full-moon smiles

Expanding Time’s insistent miles

And when the vaunt of thought beguiles

Spawning keen creature wants awhile

I wrestle with conflicting bliss

The agony of almost kissed

Where perfect words slip to the mist

Invisible and taunting twist

…and sometimes when the night is still

I slip your whisper to my quill

Tracing your tear against my will

While the moon sinks beneath the hill

Before I lay me down to sleep

Or stars fade to the azure deep

I laugh, I pray, I moan, I weep

A poet has a charge to keep

© Janet~