NIGHT CALLERS

I love them, truly love them and surely always will They come for me in hope when sleep eludes my night They dance about my mind in early morning chill And fill my world with joy resplendent in their might They know I crave their beauty and they, my fertile mind As such the deal is struck when patience bides their time They deluge me in torrents and I repay in kind By shaping tumbled phrases into sweet balanced rhyme Still as I form the verses and satisfy their needs And feel the urge within me give out in rhythmic beat I cultivate bright flowers from errant wayward seeds To cherish and delight, our odyssey complete Though I am now fulfilled my talent all but spent We know you sing, they say, please make of us a song A musical refrain would add such sentiment To give up on us now would be a dreadful wrong Then I compose in haste some jaded cliched tune To still their firm demands, though pleasing I confess Calm order is restored at last and none too soon As I beseech the words and notes to coalesce Yet here the song complete is futile then they say Until it is performed so others can rejoice And celebrate our charm and so you must hold sway And manifest our worth with spiritual voice The lyric then performed on unforgiving stage I settle knowing I have doubtless played my part Yet what are these strange texts that would with me engage More words, new words insistent their message to impart Although the constant clamor denies me of my rest I cannot rail for long or wail as well I might For I know I am chosen and thus so truly blessed By words that will enchant, all's well bring on the night.