Arabesque Allure

Boldly you stare

Silver, like air

And lure me with

Beguiling grin

Ghostly you gloat

And like a fur coat

You beg me to slip in

To you, and do

Those things you ask

But this is not

Some plebeian task

That you dangle

You preen the bait

Sweet spangles

Tempting me to taste

And yield

But I embrace

The gift of grace

And hold it high

My sword and shield

For it protects me

From your charm

And guides me gently

On His arm

Leading me in

Each step I take

For you

Bad, sad habit

Are hard to break

© Janet Martin

Sometimes I still am tempted to stay up half the night 

and write, 

but it is a habit I have tried to break 

so I can be a nicer person during the day!;))

Tonight words whisper in my head

But I will…oh I will…

Go to bed.