Jaci Dawn

I lost my muse.

Or she lost me.

I have looked everywhere.

I have waited patiently.

And impatiently.

I have tried to push her into coming back.

Cajole. Beg. Plea.

She remains silent.

Her back turned to me. Against me.

I asked the clouds.

They haven’t seen her.

I asked the flowers. No reply.

I am lost without her.

I try to pick out colors to paint with.

I think I almost see her –

She vanishes. Ethereal. Silent.

I am only half a person without her.

My fingers hover over the keyboard.

No words flow.

I lost my muse.

Or she lost me.