I Beg A Poem In My Head

Past day’s slog for the bread From the sky above the deserted street I beg a poem in my head. A sparky thought from congealed weariness Then rises from the pave And in starlight as I follow its trace A night warrior is reborn from day’s slave! Its grace saves the mind chiseled arts Rejuvenates the dreamer for another day Forgotten is all the pain all that hurts From breaking point life comes back to stay! From the hungry eyes’ glow down below From the heavens above me spread From the unseen nocturnes of tomorrow I beg a poem in my head.