Missing Muse

I'm not amused It's overload My brain is fused At 4am I miss my friend Insomnia will never end The poet's lot: a search for meaning Unpolished thoughts Need feathers preening The cluttered room Inside my brain A Springtime dust, again But what of heart? In darkest night - Does bird of love take flight? A prayer I claim.. Dear Lord of sleep Protect my heart and soft soul keep From calloused outer Worn, or lost Inspire once more.. despite the cost