Greeting My Muse
My day begins,
eyes upon, sub-conscious recall,
the immediate wonder of rains,
a sort of cascade in spectacular blues,
I do imagine pleasantries that begin,
let me waltz inside my own fantasy of her.
the imagery gradually clear,
the beauty she brings to this privacy.
Ah, the fire is still burning,
I realize in a glance across the room,
I could use that as inspiration,
she is the constant of a passionate embrace,
when suddenly I hear a sound,
unfamiliar to my visual travel,
I am here again,
in a passive state of want,
sometime confused with the actual need
to appreciate the simple mystique,
my magnificent muse.
* photo on pinterest