Don't Be Dismayed Poem by Stan Rodriguez

The muse returned today
catching me away from you
and so, I write of yesterdays—
read old poems and rewrite some.

Like kisses in the shadows
through the night.

But don't be dismayed by all those phantoms
that travel back within my sleep
reflections of the past when I am unaware.

They do not deprive me of the existence
that I hold so dear…
anonymously at times they rush in to arouse

Accomplishing what
but a comparison to what we share?

A communion of the willing.
Doors that open freely to be entered at any time.
Love's sanctuary.