One Last Poem for the Rhyming Age

Eyes weary and blurred from the start
Trembling the tears of an open heart
Gold beacon lit like heaven's mirth
Casting day away for another night
From worries to other misused spite

Pen falls and glass shatters to ground
Dog barks and the door begins to pound
How little a single cup shakes the night
Sound comes and goes as lightning does
But terror and tingling is caused as thus

Disturbed with life, no words live on
Poetry here, now crawling to dawn
Faraway flames search the sky
Out of water, creatures with crystal eyes
What God-sent secret lie in disguise

Fingers moving slowly from A to Z
As chalky thoughts begin to flee
"Dem Snee, dem Regen, dem Bergen"
Underneath pillow, the sleep of words
A string of passion from all the worlds