She rests her head
On pillows and dreams
Flowing away
To foreign realmsShe is my friend
when she wants to
And my foe
when notShe gives me light
Flicks the switch
And fills me with humming
thinking and livingShe is inspiration
She is inspiration
August 16th, 2007 | Poetry
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