Nightwriter – 26

Half awake, half asleep – eyes flutter

Usually conversant – tongue stutter

Can’t bring it to surface – mind clutter

Try as I may – complete and utter

Emptiness tonight – lack of words to mutter

-W.E.

Some nights she leaves me with nothing to say.
Those are the nights there is more to hear.
Silence for masters has always been the way
To draw the pupil closer, bring them near.

-W.E.