The mysterious figure who watches me while I sleep (a poem)

Written while watching Jean Cocteau’s Orphée

In search of the right choice of words
my muse forgets to speak—
or maybe she’d rather not

I wish to take nothing from her
only to retrieve her warmth
and find comfort in hearing my name

I am afraid of what I see
staring back at me
when I open my eyes in the morning

She may see me
I see who I used to be
not the reinvention

Oh! Moro!
Allez, allez

Here is my hand for leading
take me with you
wherever you want me to be

Show me what you want me to see
I ask only
that you love me

(20 October 2019)



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