MUSE

The muse
live in my dreams
in my mind and inhabits my nights
and calm my sleep
and touch my lips with your lips
warm and welcoming
without waking me up.
Ah, muse,
live in my dreams and live in my nights
and calm my sleep
and touch my lips with your lips
warm and welcoming
so that I wake up in your arms.
There’s space in my loneliness
and there is room for the muse
in my poetry.
Can populate, muse, my dreams
or just walk beside me
silent. Quietly.