The clock strikes ten and

the muse in me rises,

with syllables and sighs she reminds me that she’s here.

I turn my back and blink, 

stardust twinkles on the floor, 

should I befriend this presence cast by moonlight on the door?

Beyond the frame she takes me, 

conjured creature of my veins, 

wields the power, 

bares my strength, 

births reality again.

The air cools… 

the walls dim… 

I am plunged into the rush 

of unrelenting fusion, 

no one says it like she does.


Yep, had a special visitor last night! Thanks for reading, have a great Sunday xoxo