My Muse and I

Hey dear muse, come out from behind that chair, You can’t hide from me for your hair is too fair, And I desperately need your input, creativity and flair, For I am totally blank of late and need you to dare Me to say things, I perhaps never would, yes don’t glare. But like a naughty child you skip out of human sight, Needing some space, but I need your shining light, Somehow I know you won’t be gone for too long a while, As I need your great imagery, guidance and fertile style, Always been there for me, a great comfort, I have to smile! I really need you my flirty muse, now more than ever, I want you to ponder, perhaps show me how clever, You are, I would like you to try with your every endeavour, To help me, I’m well and truly stuck, please return however, And help me to write and encourage me with whatever. I paid little attention to my muse in the years gone by, Silly me, and she has such bright ideas, and would never lie, We get on well, refer and exchange thoughts and, on her behalf I must confess she’s hysterically funny, she has such wit, I laugh, I love my muse my eternal dreamer – in height a pint and a half! So excuse me, won’t say too much in this write or use my imagination For she still hasn’t returned, and I need her desperately for inspiration, Wait, I hear the bath water running, is she back, without any hesitation, I pick up my pen and try to write something which needs poetic creation, She’s gone to sleep, no ideas till tomorrow, together we’ll discover elation!