I come awake
in a full moon and morning mists.
I haunt my days
in wisps of laughter, clumsy feet
and the clatter of keys.
I am a ghost
that hides in the glow
of my computer monitor.
I stay up to late
and countdown the morning hours.
I search for my demons
between arial font and memories.
I write them haiku spells,
and poetry hexes,
so I can finally get some sleep.