My Muse

My muse By Michelle Morris 02/10/2021 My muse wants to play. She's tired of waiting patiently. So many days I've been working; No time to enjoy writing freely. My muse enjoys the dance; The rhythm of what we become, Together synergistically, Moving beyond space and time. My muse loves her joy and laughter; She expects me to entertain her still, In the silent reverie of unspoken Magic and memories. My muse demands her standards met, Each and every time we swim - Through the infinity of space, Between nothing and everything. My muse instils her discipline; She expects nothing less than all - Knowing words are swords' masters; Forever and ever echoing in the wind. © Michelle Morris, 2021