Conversation with a Thought...or not

You are a straggler so fond of the night

Ever a drifter of mist and moonlight

Chancellor, convict, I know not quite

You whisper and thus I move foot or hand

Villain or victor beneath your command

I am a warrior and battlefield, friend

If you are friend why must you try me so?

You are accuser, tormentor and foe

Testing my yeses and vexing my no’s

I am the one you can never deceive

Tester of truth and forerunner to deeds

Why do you charge me for what you believe?

Life’s fundamental begins with belief

Intangible yet of everything, chief

Anger and comfort align in your sheaf

Ah, how you soothe with the polish of word

Perhaps my sheaf harbors elixir and sword

You choose your weapon as you choose your lord

Nay, though I choose the one Lord I cannot

Keep demons and darkness from vexing my thought

Countless the battles and beasts we have fought

Ay, we are allies at odds from the start

Juxtaposed jury twixt mind and heart

You love me, despise me, we never can part

Where do you come from, inside of my head?

You’re here when I wake up, when I go to bed

Spinning you whispers in an eternal thread

I am the voice of a moment far-flown

I am your summer after it is gone

And I am your ‘go to’ when you are alone

Then you and I must go carefully, crawl

Seems when we race we always hit a wall

Sometimes I wonder if you notice at all

I simply go where you lead yet I find

That you always follow a half-breath behind

Pushing and pulling we go, wide-eyed, blind

I cannot outthink you, thought, like the air

You and I are an inseparable pair

I think I’ll put you to sleep with a prayer

Goodnight,

Goodnight,

Tomorrow I think we’ll do this and that

I wonder what I’ll buy for picky Aunt Pat

Perhaps a cake or a new winter hat

Or a cat

Nah, she wouldn’t like that…

She hates vacuuming cat hair off the mat

Oh, I just remembered the gas bill is due

And I really should pay the others bills too,

Oh dear, I forgot to call Sue

I think I’ll paint the bathroom blue,

I need to

QUIET! I’m trying to sleep…

Okay, I’ll try,

I’ll be a nice summer sky

With a gull drifting

Way up high

Over the ripple of turquoise lullaby

Sweeping the sand all warm with July…

I give up! I’ll just go with this nice warm July thing…

© Janet Martin