Waiting For The Muse To Come Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

My eyes were diverted
my mind taken back

Her presence upon me
her breath an attack

There's no sense in running
with no place to hide

Although rare in the daylight
her message alive

My pen comes out quickly
and drawn like a sword

Each word spoken plainly
and pointed toward

My life now a capsule
exploding like hail

The light towing blindness
the comets new tail

Last phrases are written
my senses return

I feel her leave slowly
my pen it still burns

I look down at the page
to see what I wrote

The handwriting foreign
familiar once spoke

"Your life but a dream
between wisps of my breath

"Once spoken inside you
beyond life and then death"

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2018)