Melodic Reverie

brilliantly combing the sands of Niger,
some far-away tune, from the back of the house,
slinks it's way into the heart of room,
filling up, filling up
jumbles and cups, chairs and pages
in my blank journals.

principia, my love.
deluge, escape, the water breaks, breaks,
terrible, like some strange, immemorial creature,
cold erudition, multiple stages, and eyes like blue opal.

this lullaby delivers new jostling, new theories,
fresh cream.
i lap it up, cat-like,
after my nap.