I saw Paul Muldoon speak the other day, a wonderful Pulitzer Prize winning poet. Keep writing!
Sleepless nights I think of you. Through falling sunfire and morning dew.
Even my dreams are no longer mine. Your presence there I see a sign.
How do you come to own this mind? Keyless entry you seem to find.
Secrets revealed by lingering thought. Thoughts that eat at time I’ve bought.
Can I slay the man I was? The man that lingers on what he must.
Can we turn from the night? Rolling towards what is right.
Stay away dreams of another day. Yes stay away… stay away.