Muse In Freedom

I walked through the desert looking for my muse, on barren land so dry Sand stinging in the wind, across the cliffs, beneath the sky I walked through the woods looking for my muse, on dampened moss and sinking ground Lost in trees all looking the same, in every direction around I walked empty roads with no-one passing by, on pavement cracked beneath my feet There seemed to be no signs, directing where to turn on any street Then, I came across a golden field, wide open, welcoming me On a parting path from footsteps, there was my muse, it had been free Heidi Sands 6/17/20