Inspiration irritates me
in the long thin hours of dark
When the witches bewitch
and the devils bedevil
and the faeries flutter
in gold and silver streaks
accross the starry woods.
The pixies light their lamps
among the black and blue trees
The mermaids sing their song
to the hushing moonlit tide
on a faraway shore
The white horses sparkle
silver in the starlight
The unicorn awakens from slumber
in the most sacredly secret
most deeply distant
most mysteriously magic
part of the woods
He awakens slowly sleepy
among the oldest and ancient roots
of the fig tree
Shakes from his body the dew
He must be up and about by three
He lifts his head and opens his wise wide eyes
and inspiration irritates me
Tugging and teasing my mind
in the long thin hours of dark
the most magical of times.