Muse Poem by Masiela Lusha

'To be absorbed in one’s thoughts; engage in meditation'~Websters

In other words: to exist.
Sincerely.
To dress the night and live
And search the very breadth
Of language—to seek and marvel
To disagree and open
The clarities. To ponder
The lyrics. To re-invite
Insanities, to shine
Against the weak.
To muse; to sing—
To bubble inside your other half
And to measure your growth
In the poetry of reason—
To muse, muse, until you rewrite entries
On the very form.
And you might even say then,
That to ‘muse’ is to live
Or die in the spirit of words
Never to dream, never to silence
And pluck petals in meditations
Humming wisdom
Listened by stone-etched stars.