Writing in pitch-dark pitchy, I begin Upon the daily stroke of silent pen Touches my words, across the nightly sky My inner self meets spirit'd lullaby A silent space, is a nice lonely place O' where an altar sits in poet grace Nightly sweats; pearls of a sweetly verse hone Cradle, nurture in golly forest home A cool-headed owl, calls a goodnight hoot Vista of dark sh'dows, across woods salute While scribbling, lyrical, in darkness peep Poetic drift, rushing past, looking deep Me, writer lickety in night-time dew Shedding a sleep, dust to the dusky view Sound of rhymes, the scripter re-awaketh Wellspring mot'vation for Midnight Poet © daniel miltz