My Muse Came to Me

My Muse came to me

Late one night

As I was to drift asleep

And the paper and pens were

Just out of sight.

 

My muse came to me

In the middle of an important appointment

When I was trying to concentrate on the task

At hand,

But the words kept

Dancing in my head.

 

My muse came to me

And my pen started moving

Powered by that invisible force

We authors call our muse…

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

Jan.7.2005

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