Oh Muse,
Where are you hiding?
Shall we play like
little children?
Or shall we be
adult about it?
I seek you but you are
just out of my grasp.
You are the scent
on a lover’s bedsheet.
The extra coffee cup
on the kitchen counter.
An incomplete song, missing
that one note.
Oh Muse!
Come out wherever you are!
I want to hold you like a lover.
Tenderly and passionately.
I want to paint you with
all the colors of creation.
I want to climb a mountain
and behold your view.
Oh Muse,
Why do you hide from me?
I search for you in the bottom
of a bottle.
I listen for you in the music
of a sonata.
I read your words in the
book of another.
