Feeling a spring stirring saying,

                              blossoming blooming

                                            hinting

I am ready for a new muse

 

How i’d love that

                          to be touched again, share a life, see my own magic through another’s eyes, giving again

 

Understanding

                    after so much time & wasted patience

                                                no lazy and slow

                                                                                        We are not meant to be

 

I think perhaps long ago you tried to tell me

          But

                  I so wanted to hear a yes

                    I listened hard & heard it inside

In music

In musings

In shared pride

 

You are a man who wears your animalistic self outside his body

               at least to me

      So my wildness caught that scent

                                              and we were off, like spotted ones set free

 

I do know what they are dreaming about, fills me with such pride, how can you know I know?

                                                                                                      How can I know you know?

See how the highway echoes, when it’s this empty, naught to be won as we’re through

How

 

I thought your picture much more beautiful back when you loved me; I did and do

                    raw & electrified & celebratory

Now

You record & write music, you say still love writing songs, 

                                                                                       although I suppose for her to sing

Any day, any hour 

          I expect

                     and dread

                                    You will show off her ring

Which will pass me on finally into the excitement free land of flickering hope gone amiss

How

         do I find another muse

 

when that scent caught & trapped my wildness?