After a Poem

Dawn called with dew On lotus-leaf news Inviting me to write A verse in flight But the bowl to hold was missing Alas Sun came and kissed the dew off I burnt daylight Fast came the train Dew gone in vain The smoke over the coffee mug My face and nostril closely hugged I looked for the pen It had no ink flow The moist touch of her breath Again Went in vain The twilight was saying bye The oranges were separating I looked at again and again I sought a poem of orange rain Golden in its visible vein But a giant cloud moved in from the sun And it was dark all around I burnt the daylight yet again So many lights wasted by day Nothing left for the night to play Well The dark poem of starry night Came and kissed deep A tremendous reap Enough For a rem sleep ----------------------------------- 5/19/2015