Midnight Muse

Midnight Muse Weary, but wired, I know that I'm tired, But I cannot sleep. Wheels are a-turning, mind's images churning, Tomorrow will keep! Wish I knew what stops the slumber, I'm ready for dropping down under the sheets. I could tear my hair out, if relief it would bring. Now, what's the matter and is there a pattern Preventing my peace? Why can't I drift off, achieve that sweet lift-off, With grace and with ease? What wouldn't I give to be sleeping, Instead of near weeping, my mind in a maze? It's just one of those days. I must trust what's to come. Done! Floating out in space, I can feel your face, in front of me, It calls me to the sky -- can I really fly, high? What is this treason? Examine the reason, And surely, you'll see: All of this drama and what you call trauma Will soon cease to be. And when you wake up, You'll wonder what spell you were under, And what does it mean? But you'll probably decide it was only a dream! Words & Music by Kari Tieger AKA Karen Brennan 1996 Vox Tigris Publishing