Muse
You come to me
I am breathing your breath
With tenderness
I fold fear into a tidy bundle
Place it outside
It knocks and flaps
But I will not let it in
My space is sacred
All is holy
Prayers are placed
On water
Incense fills the air
No more ambivalance
Dazed by what you plan for me
And yet…
No skip between
Your plan and my action
The empties
With all of their fears and insecurities
Have scurried into dark corners
No longer witness the light of day
Note: The muse is unknown, unseen, unheard, but she is with me, when in the studio, she guides me in all that I do.
annellannell 