O! Muse! which one of you
Should I invoke as my aid?
In which land, to what place
Should I go in search of inspiration?
She who leaves me at her whim
Like she never is my acquaintance
Making me wonder
Is she ever mine to begin with!
In those playful moments when she
Lingers around me; I hold her so close
Not wanting to let her go
But she disappears taking
My thoughts and words with her
And buries them underground
In places of deep, dark, and
Of depth unknown.
Again she emerges to float around
In blue sky among cottony clouds
Wanders around hills and vales
Chirps like a bird hidden in green leaves
Holding unsung melodies beyond my reach.
From my window I watch her
Cracking a laughter with sunshine
Conversing with bees buzzing on flowers
The big catalpa tree stands amused
Wide eyed yellow leafed
Chaperon of my lost rhymes!
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