Monday, June 17, 2013

The Muse

The Muse

As I sit outside under the blackened bowl of a sky upended above,
I gaze at the stars and think of all those who could be seeing this same sight with me.
I am less alone.
If only they would take the moment to stop,look up and really see.This same night sky is shining on half the planet at this time. How many notice? How many care?
Right,doesn't matter.I brush off my pants as I rise.
Feeling that familiar itch deep within my brain, the pull too strong even if I chose to resist.The Muse
Warmth spreads into the heart,content or at least at peace I go inside.
The Muse is calling and I heed the call.
Words and music by TheMinstrel