I have known you longest, dear one
when you say I ought to rest,
No doubt you know me best.
I trust you are honest
that I didn't need
to leave the bed
to eat
or speak.
For, life is full of artful barbiturates
All too eager to manipulate
a passionate naivete.
Little melancholy moonbeam
My dainty spirit, low as you might be
You have never been the thief
you're so often called
You've never come for me at night
though i dont know where the sun is gone.
I'm glad to have you as a friend
a constant hand to rende
the moods like crawling ivy
clinging to my branches.
while the scent is pleasent to observe
their decent continues to unnerve
yet still you've kept the mistletoe
which is more than I deserve.

© Fae Hilscher