Return, my muse, my words give back,
For night has yet to settle down.
As sundown dims to shades of black,
My thoughts in fading ink now drown.
My fleeting words are barely there—
Unnoticed lines that crave the light.
So please, my friend, see my despair
And grant me verses I can write.
This darkness hides the world outside;
It veils my eyes, so I can't see.
Rich colors daylight had supplied,
But now my words cannot pour free.
Beside the window, dressed in black,
I sit and frown, for night has won.
My coffee cools, my pen holds back;
My muse has left me, like the sun.