I love the wee and trippy hours of
after-midnight when these glass slippers
lay glistering in soft moonlight
while weary dreamers poise inked quills
to carve their thoughts onto pale parchment
from a woozy head -- too early in the day
to be about one\'s inescapable routines
too late of a night to do all else but swoon.
This is the cherished witching-hour in a life
where most everything is held, transfixed
in the baffling clarity of glad cerebration--
intoxicated Muses dance in celebration.