Waiting for the Third Day, A Muse Chronicle

Muse - Day 1, 2016 For years I had read Not realizing what I too, had given… I had given, just not sure what I received in return. So, in these, my later years thinking on this... I approached morning’s-day Muse Fresh with the Sun. From all I had become in the Sum of Days Muse asked gently of me... “Who are you?” I am an artist. “I see no feeling I feel no seeing.” And so, the Muse went away Fading back into the Sun. And I wait for the next day becoming... Taking a while. ___*___ Muse - Day 2, 2021 Once again summoned... I approached morning’s-day Muse In the rising Sun’s early hours. And from life’s second Sum-Of-Days becoming The Muse, now testy, asked me… “Who are you?” She demanded. I am an artist becoming. “I don't feel what you see I don't see what you feel So how do you know who you are becoming?” And so, the Muse sped away Again… fading back into the Sun. And I still wait for the summoning... For the Third Day Becoming.