Awakening

Do you know that I am writing to you? Do you see yourself in these words that crawl across the page in this strange communion of fingers and mind? Do you know how important you are to me?

The Muse left some time ago, but he didn’t disappear until recently. One day he landed gently in my life and then another day, he simply floated away. It is the nature of muses I suppose. Brilliant flashes of light, opening doors and windows, airing out rooms that might become musty if left closed too long. Mysterious creatures, sweet and gentle but with a power that is beyond imagining.

Alone. Bereft. I had no will power left. Sinking down into the mossy grass around me, I spun myself into a soft cocoon. Resting. Waiting. For what I wasn’t sure. I only knew there was nothing else I could do.

I might have stayed there, but your tears woke me up. Your hand reached out and I rose to stand beside you.

Opening my eyes, I watched the light return to the sky, allowed myself to feel the wind once more upon my face, and mingled my tears with yours.

Perhaps that is all the Muse came to do.

Bring me you.