My heavy lidded eyes would like to sleep
like stones that drop in to a silent stream
to shimmy gently as I sink so deep
No brilliant stars to guide me as I dream.
But who can sleep with poems in the window,
that tap the thoughts of life and love in song
that reach inside the mind with seeds to sow
that dance in rhythmic cadence sweet and long?
Athena, Goddess of my mind and wisdom source
Will wake me with her healing powers
with art that generates poetic force
and leave me writing here for hours
So you can twinkle, twinkle brilliant fire
No stone will stop the spirit of desire.
Karen K.L. Espaniola April 20, 2012
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