Every poet or writer or musician or artist has their muse.
a special person, or artifact, lucky token.
Mine is a time of day…
After the sun sets and my world is set in darkness.
Usually darkness is a sign of
well, negative things.
But for me I love the dark time for the
Starlight, moon beams, shooting stars, northern lights, wishing stars, campfires
There is a lot of brightness at night.
And for some reason my mind comes alive in the wee hours of the morning.
If I don’t write my thoughts down right away,
I miss them
and I will never remember them.
Night is my time for me time.
I can listen to my music, dance as weirdly as I want
I can do whatever my soul needs for healing.
Writing in the dark is my favorite medicine.
I turn off the lights,
play a new acoustic song from my roommate
and just let my fingers fly across the keyboard.
My heart speaks in poetry and wants to share it with the world.
I write in the darkness, to add another light to the night.
So thank you my muse for:
your healing powers, your inspiration, your guidance,
and your patience and understanding.
Goodnight my muse, and we shall meet again soon!