In the dead of the night
In the silence of the dusk
And the solitude of the emerging dawn,
Thence I find my steel
Thence I find my steals.
Sleep betrays me
Only to help me witness this magic
I caress its powers
And revel in its warmth,
Hence I find my peace
Hence I write my piece.
Yet, I’m interrupted by eerie calls
Of scary birds perched on my roof
And maddening barks
Of wandering dogs up for a trance,
Sometimes I take it all in my stride
Sometimes I take it up with my pride.