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.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2023
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