Kurt Philip Behm

Sleeping With The Muse

Sleeping with the Muse,

  my nights have grown short

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  all senses comport

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  words dance with delight

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  confronting my fright

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  her will tests again

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  not lover or friend

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  my dreams sacrificed

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  all rest put on ice

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  the whispers come clean

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  excuses demeaned

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  my spool is respun

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  divorced from the sun

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  in darkness I learn

 

Sleeping with the Muse,

  my spirit confirmed

 

Sleeping with the Muse

  till dawn’s freeing light

 

Sleeping with the Muse

   —new verse to take flight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)