Nightwoman
The morning does not call my name,
nay, my eyes close with light of dawn...
the Night rules me, my heart of glass
I put the cloak of starlight on...
Birdsongs, by my lullaby -
for I'm the spirit, Wanderlust
stealing moments, planting love
in the nether hours' dust...
Restless soul, you find a home
within my mind, my heart -
Come, rest your ceaseless wand'rings now
And I will ne'er from you part...
K.E.C., 1995