4 AM

The devil's light
fades blue to black
pinholes pricked for heaven

in these hours
the muse dreams my life
I am alive if only to die

cold air
silent stillness
nervous anger put to bed
the fire
the fire in the night
that resides within

the power
the love
the wide awake joy
of thoughts unkempt
and an orange glow
from a light bulb halo

electricity
humming away