Squinting

Gentle inspiration
it has been so long
since I last greeted you
at my door

I am still alone up here
none the wiser,
unable to explain
exactly what it is
I want to sprinkle
on this window ledge

And,
though I have been sent
twinkling tingles
through distant
moonlit burrows,
beyond the daybreak's
curving stars

I still lie here
awake at night
pondering collapsible
sunrises
and endless mornings
bereft of tears

And spells
a pride of them
dozens
a swarm
But never enough to express
how much I love you