I Had a Date With the Moon

A vampire was on my tail but I could not slow down I had a date with the moon I needed a consult The sandman is a strange bedfellow fellow waking me up at five a.m. to discuss lyrics. Really? I was more afraid of losing my muse and my imagination disappearing completely than I was fearful of any ole’ measly vampire So I started running caught my nightie on the garden gate Heard a rip but kept running The moon was waving goodbye with his invisible hand So I stomped back inside the house to make my husband’s day miserable It is what I do when I hear the last line of a poem as sandman is waking me up, and know the moon and my imagination are leaving. Damn!