Shut Eye

7" x 5"  

2023

pen and ink on wood pulp paper

A gift to a dear friend, I wrote a poem that follows.  "The specter of twelfth-hour queries, / 'What of sugar plums and smiling faeries / When her dreams are filled with thorns, / Is there something yet to fathom from the deep?' / Answers escape him; still, unbridled hope she carries. / 'But, resolution may never find her,' the specter stealthily warns, / 'And she might sleep an interminable sleep.' "