Midnight Bus

Crawl to the surface 

Of the waking world. Your queen calls to you

Absent though you have been I have 

Been

Making plans for your arrival 

To remind the wind what my name is 

To resurrect the old logos

Will and way and reason

The keeper and the crossroads demon

Until night and day are 

Drank up in full

And the wine bottle of remorse is empty

But I suspect you already knew