loving muse,


has it been so long since i heard you?

stilled outside noises and inside voices

to listen to your spirit whispers?

i need to walk the fields again

feel your touch on my skin,

your presence inside

and outside my soul.

people say

too many irons in the fire.

i don’t remember building one

yet there it blazes

so now, i look for you,

listen for you,

to peck at my window,

beckoning me,

come out, girl. come out.