The Muse

Some of us bleed on the road
some of us bend under the load
  of a real, day-job career

Some of us have to wait
  until the children are asleep

Some of us sing only
  in the privacy of the bath

But ALL of us dance with the Muse.

The Muse
She appears when you have no time
coaxing you from other pursuits
waking you from stone-cold sleep

The Muse
never will leave us alone

We all want to dance with her
all desire attention
longing for one more kiss
is our secret wish.

©7/1/2012  by Steve Eulberg