Cold Shepherdess

Poems came on me in deep of night,
I refused to write, became indignant,
shouted "you can god man well wait till dawn"
do leave me fugitive embraced by sleep

the songs were of me by me created,
so to expose them on a bare hillside
was not so easy, moon cold shepherdess
frozen too far away to care for them

I ached and was exhausted, yet could not
shake…