My maiden lies asleep tonight

Adapted from the original poem I wrote in 1987 and the song of the same name in 2000.

An empty page before me
keeps me from my sleep
as I watch my maiden sigh.

Occupied in slumber's
innocence so deep,
my maiden lies asleep tonight.

Shall I homage pay
to this Goddess of mine
at some time?

Can I bring this page
to bear a single line
for good?

Like some chronicle
of wasted time,
this page before me boasts a sestet crime:

All the meaning's stolen
from the rhyme
for good.

Copyright © 1987, 2000, 2009 Dejan Djurdjevic