Musing On a Muse
She swarms me like a dancing queen and leads me on,
Waltzing my wits, exerts and exhausts me by dawn.
Filled with frenetic vibrancy she overflows,
Then suddenly ducks in on me striking a pose.
She slips away the timid veil of the dark skies,
Stirring the best of me while coyly in disguise.
Her magic, in collaboration with my mind,
Enchantingly leaves a tangible trace behind.
I'd bow to wispy muse but cannot truly pin
What shapes my craft and sharpens my quill from within.
January 1, 2023
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2023
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