Last Nights Brainwave

[Written in mock Shakespearean(ish) for no better reason than my own amusement] Enlighten me, Lord, O where might it go Perchance some robber doth steal it away Late evening acquired and meant it to grow Forsooth, it is gone, ’tis absent today How might it blossom If nourished and fed A deed laid aside for when I arose The small hand was high, I went to my bed Did the night watch it go, nobody knows Surely the answer dwells inside my mind Lord, lessen this fog to render bright lit Should no doppelgänger be there to find Neither my first nor my last moonlight flit Notions not noted if lost to you will Perhaps soon flow from another man’s quill