My Laura-Within

The Muse on vacation, all thoughts have gone slack The lyrics unwritten, the music off track All time is unsettled, the Devil has come His melody tempting, false promises run Two days still without her, the weekend what’s left The oxygen dwindling, I take shorter breaths My will power fading, all consciousness falls The ending beginning, my last beck and call But as the dark silence, takes over my life A light passes through me, the shadows contrite Its warmth so familiar, its rapture my hymn Salvation back early, my Laura—within (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)