brief dialogue between poet and muse

dry those tears   dear poet
I am here    I’ve come back to you

dearest   these are not tears
they are sparkling dewdrops left
here from keeping vigil
in the airy shadows of longing
you’ve returned?   not possible –
for you never left   precious being
you wander ever winsome
through the realms of my fancy
my very senses are the paths
where you stroll   your every step
becomes in me a thought
you’ve returned?   if that be true
you return as does the voice to the ear
as the wave to the shore
as the rain to the earth
but I know you never departed
indeed never are you absent from me

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014


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