tired and uninspired

when dewdrops kiss the misty morn,
 when night bears witness as tomorrow is born,
when exhaustion succumbs to thoughts forlorn,
     only then will you catch my eye.
when the sadness that creeps bids farewell to the friend
 that leaves as the tea party comes to its end,
when sleep receives the dream that you send,
      then and only then do i sigh.
good night my peoples, good night to you all.
 the sandman vanquishes another to fall
 into the oblivion of the warriors hall
     bereft of certainty desired.
 and though i must go as so many before,
 take to heart these words i implore:
 seize your time and shake the buds once more!
      never allow life to be ...tire or uninspired