Those specific quiet noondays When I wake up in a blaze With anticipation and amaze It enables me to start transcending A blasting brainwave of creating Suddenly, I have a hankering For dynamic innovative rhyming My internal universe of eidetic imagery Is continually running lyrically My mind works, with a hunch feeling It encourages me, when drafting Where I sit into the quiet of night Underneath, its cryptic shadow delight Where my psyche is running and gunning I keep composing and poesying © daniel miltz