Night Muse

I hear a muse who speaks and sometimes sings and dancing leaps only through my dreams Whether mine is lonely or one of many we share at night, I wonder Where dark certainties and sometimes starlit celebrations unfold dim as old dismembered bright I suppose S/He might respond to this humbling humane question asked while fading off to play and work on Earth's re-spinning days Frays and plays of relentless unresolve becoming morning's clarity, a puzzle solved Just for me? or for eternity From all of us? growing lunar waxing knowing waning weaning culture shifts Communal waking to whom we long to be woke together ecotherapy inhaling healthy democracy sonorously snoring once again.