3AM Saturday


Standing here naked

Unprotected by clothes.

My foibles and failures

Completely exposed.

Childhood fantasies and hopes

Dashed and swept out to sea.

Still aching to identify

Of who, I’ve agreed to be.

Calliope called during the lonesome storm

Commanding  a penciled scheme.

Hone just one perfect line that’s all that I need,

To encourage generations to dream.