calling: muse

where have you gone?

buried in the morning
madness scrawled into
plain notebook by
dawnlight and candlelight?

my eyes are aching
seeking you in the
glow of these

i see you somewhere
in the bits, in the R G B

i feel you in the warmth
the softness the held breath
and the sighs

you’re staying there,
there in the feeling moment

and i haven’t had the
heart to pull you up
from there and
splash you
onto the page


dear muse