Muse Returned

She stood there
Giggling on the doorstep
Shining beacon
Smiling lips
Forming sounds
I sat in my chair
Yearning toward her light
Joy and disbelief
short circuited my sight
Senses confounded
Weeks waiting
Imagining anticipating
Arriving as if
She never left
Time slowed
Stood still
Mind and body
Drifted apart
My seat kept rooted
In fear that she
With flash quicksilver
Might take flight
And disappear
As dreams do
In the morning light

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