When I see the Muse

Another poem from some years back.


When I hear her calling

Calling from the city streets

I get back up on my feet

And I start again



When I hear her calling

From around the next corner

From behind some new door



See her

Her Reflection in the children’s eyes

Her Shadow on the streetlight skies

When I hear her calling

I cannot see where she’s been or goes

And why I’m following-damned if I know



I can hear her calling

And though this path may be her road

I know this path is mine

And mine alone

The End

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