Muse of a moon
Who drowns early sleepers
In light and stillness
Smiling secrets onto their faces
I am in love with your art
I live for your secrets
I make words from your creation
I want to capture
Their damsels and demons,
Hold them in my palms
And bring their mysteries to life
But my pen stops where my heart begins
For though their fantasies fascinate me
I want no part in their worlds
A chirping thing sits beside me;
I am the first one awake at dawn
To realize I am the only one
Still dreaming
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