1:50 AM

It’s 1:50 AM, and the Moon is dark
Her arrival calls for everyone’s attention
All of the dogs won’t stop their barks
Many seem to have intense recollections
She is sometimes called Lady In Black
Sweet mystery is in her nature
Her travels go through different paths
It’s nice when she makes the connections
The vessel carries different marks
Each representing a destination
The stories and memories are all back
Kept safe in the library of incantations
Her eyes shine bright like the stars
Cutting through darkness and deception
Energized by the moon and the sun
Flowing and guided by her intuition

R. Archer