by ottersong
© 1999 ottersong, all rights reserved
Woke up today at one o'clock
with a warning in my head.
The meaning still eludes me and
there are things that must be said.
l've made sweet love in moonlight;
and danced 'til dawn, with glee;
but now, although imprisoned,
have become almost totally free.
The relentless flow of mind to word
mocks rhyme and meter
and moves ungird
through stone and water
with equal ease
and erupts...
without effort...
full grown...
to please...
ltself.