Sleepy Music

With a rhythmic ruse

Doth my gentle muse

my set focus skews

as a poem she cues

 

thus stanzas here ooze

as verses she doth fuse

shaping shiftly the hues

shadows glistening she brews

 

thus when I wish to snooze

with thoughts flowing doth she abuse

her poet dear, sleep she doth excuse

but with discordant verses she imbues

 

So with coffee, ideas will amuse

as a shy vimful lyric accrues

Sleep feints, as rhythms perfuse

thus nightly the fight continues . . .

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