It wouldn't have been so bad if you'd not been impoverished of moonshine. I could stand a swig myself. hahaha You know I'm just ribbing ya? I like this except it's sad. Give that bereaved Muse a drink...You know the Bible says "Give strong drink to him who is about to perish and wine to those who are of heavy hearts"...there's a verse that doesn't get read much on Sunday from the pulpit!
Wow, what a sullen empiness, no muse or light, in a void beyond day and night, a total depersonalization of the persona. This is so succinct and direct, really focusing on that absense, stunning.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..