To My Muse Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no way
to tell
when

but i know
how to wait
like a dog
on a doorstep

i may sleep and
dream
but i always know
when it is time
to rise
and start to walk
and
play and
when it is
dark
to gaze upon
the promises
of your
stars

there is always
no way for me to tell
when is the right
time
for the teasing
or the
cheering

or perhaps the
weeping
and the wailing
(God forbid)

but i have always
mastered
the art of waiting
i know not
how to wage war
with you
i am always
at peace with
myself
comfortable
with the patience
of my arms
the gentleness
of my fingers
the sound beating
of my heart

and so i keep on
waiting
and sleeping and
dreaming
like a prophet
on the dungeon
or the desert

when you arrive
even as the lightest
waft of the wind
i will always know
when and why
and what to
do
exactly

this is a little
bit touchy
(or dramatic perhaps)

i only have eyes
for you
i know your scent
i read your mind
i can see your soul

i have and will
always
love you
even if...
you will not come
for me.