Amidst the dull maize sunset <br />and the chill of soon to come night. <br />I wait for darkness to descend, a welcome friend. <br />My muse rises from depths, a whisper <br />barely audible, pressing, a hunger <br />that needs to be fed. <br /> <br />She sings of present and past alike. <br />Memories that have to be told, <br />Thoughts of youth, things of now, shards <br />of my life gathered, abstract pictures <br />painted in mosaics of me.<br /><br />Joyce Chelmo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mosaic/
