My Muse
My Muse
My muse has left me standing
In a field of daffodils, waiting.
I somehow expect she will push
me in the direction best
to go to leave the field. While
staring, I daydream of days
less cluttered and time
better spent, of love and
silence, smells and sights,
babies cries and lovers eyes.
Now I see, she has left me
alone so that I may find myself.
Created 23 Jan 1997
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