Time and Muse

They said that I was, ‘quite insane‘ searching for you in forest’s dark. With moon half full and pouring rain I left seeking your flowing heart. I sought you towards light of dawn following paths of broken growth. I thought I heard our concealing song When your form I saw, and did approach. Morning it seems is just ahead as I lay, staring, unable to move. My inks, but senseless drops in pools of red this night of loss, both time and muse.