In clamps of gloom afore unknown
I shall return to my dark home,
Fall though the softness of my sheets
Where ache remains and thrill repeats.

You are the first, and you may see
The newborn baby star (it’s me),
Who either sings or wails. Who knows
What she is craving… words? Or notes?

I’ll hear the lines, and my despair
(Still grinning wide out of her lair)
Shall loosen the enduring curse,
And ‘stifling night shall bear a verse.

September 2017