4:00 am Can’t Sleep

Rose petals draped over the

exposed face of my ego,

crumbling already as I reflect upon

What has always been.

What is yet to come, your face

is just a mirror to my thoughts right now.

Shrouded by the morning mist which

always lifts.

But I know in truth, what lies beneath

is the most powerful reason which I am here.

She is the muse who wakes me in the night,

when only her shadow appears.

but I knew as the fog lifted in the valley,

she is where I’ve been for years.


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