Another Poem

Enigma

Last night,

As sleep escaped me,

I worked the enigma

That is you.

Like a mantra,

I whispered your name

To the heavens

And wished  a wish 

Upon a thousand stars

As I waited for the midnight sky

To melt into the morning dew,

And wondered over
The miracle that is you.

My memoir, Dear Elvis, is available at amzn.to/2uPSFtE