Missing Days I Was Not In Love Poem by Minnie Gehrig

Midnight creeps,
tiptoes towards me,
falling in
to stars now unmasking themselves,
n dance with the moon,
faith unshaken,

the witching hour rises
more slowly than the sun,
comes crawling through the window on bruised knees,
blue moon,

missing green eyes,
n a smile that lights up the room,

Missing days i was not in love,
when poetry bled through, me
my pen a slave,
my body no more than a conduit,

N the electricity is gone now,
only finding its way through threw your fingertips,
n i am wondering what color your eyes are today,
n all writings are lost.