Monday, June 1, 2015
sometimes the muse is silent
a query for inspiration
for a voice
is met with silence
a stillness that is filled with no
all I can do is wait
wait for her to return from some distant place I cannot go
while I wait I clear out
clear my mind, sweep the dust from the corners
shake out my thoughts
gently wash my heart with tears
because I know
if my muse is missing
she's been pushed away by all the clutter of life
the unsaid words
the unshed tears
I need to clear a space for her to return
so I tidy up
and I wait
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