An ode to a-muse.

Come visit me;

stay a while.

Come dance with me;

make me smile.

Hold my hand

and help me write.

It'll be grand:

all happy and bright.

Or perhaps

we'll find some beauty

in the gaps

of smiles and gaiety.

The depth and weight

of darkness, deep;

the surreal state

of unknown sleep.

Come, let's talk;

drink a while.

We'll take a walk,

maybe a mile.

Grasp my hand

and guide my style.

Each grain of sand

makes the pile.

Of things, we'll write,

both dark and light;

of knots tied tight;

of left and right.

Come be with me

and you will see,

solitary

I cannot be.