A Midnight Meeting With My Muse
A beautiful lady paid a visit to my dreams,
sprinkling musings of beautiful things throughout,
she left symbols glittering for me to wonder about,
Through the hazy feelings, I called questions back,
but it didn’t seem to work like that.
She motioned me forward for one final look.
Hidden beneath a dreamy fabric lie a beautifully glowing book.
Bound with ancient leather and words burnt to its surface.
“This is your gift to the world my beautiful girl, your purpose.”
She smiled so wonderfully I nearly melted,
I can’t tell you the level of love that enveloped me but I felt it,
as I walked forward slowly to get a better peak.
The closer I got the more the picture faded,
for fear, I reached out to take it instead of waiting,
just then I woke, only to lay there faking,
hoping if I went back to sleep I might sink back into my dream,
Eventually, I kicked off my comforter reluctantly,
finally accepting that for the time being,
my glorious legacy would remain unseen,
lost to the shadow of a doubt.
Either way, I’m convinced I met my muse that night.
My evasive playmate left me with a hunger I can’t fight.
To chew endlessly at the memory of a single bite of paradise,
the memories drop enough crumbs to keep me from starving,
while I try my hand at filling an otherwise empty plate,
I know the fates are waiting for me to create the feast I met in my dreams…
I know we will meet again she and I,
until then all I can do is try,
to write the story she promised me,
that fateful night while I was sleeping.