It only takes a drop or two; a dab of silver and gray to highlight the sky, and my mind is illuminated with poetic lines
A curtain, a blanket, No! Only a sliver of night
and I am made fully alive by a howling moon.
I pray for highlighted clouds to sing to me, rhymes aloud,
then lull me to sleep ~
the sleep of midnight’s eternal shroud
First Published by Sudden Denouement