Just as I let go of reality
She enters the room
As invisible as light
Beautiful as snow


She comes again
In her patented ethereal way
Just as I prepare for sleep
She visits me


Filling my head with dreams
Tempting me with fantasies
Hinting at secrets
Luring me with mysteries


She comforts patiently
Standing sentinel
A gatekeeper of imagination
The guide to self expression


I call her many things
Inspiration
Muse
Temptation


Her visits stir my soul
Create vivid new dreams
Torture my sanity
Gives birth to frustration


I cannot capture her on paper
She refuses to be my genie in a bottle
Her appearance is on her time
Never yielding to my beckoning


I embrace this lady of lyrics
Invite her into my bed
But she declines
Causing me to desire


Only when she visits
Do my thoughts resemble coherence
Does my life find meaning
Can I make sense of this surrealism


This abstract apparition knows my weakness
Comforts me on long rainy nights
Is seen in slow burning flames
Escapes into the dawn


She is not seduced
By my feeble prose
My inadequate poetry
The way I trip over stanzas


The nights without her are endless
Causing a miserable distress
The torment of my soul
A tearing of my heart


She puts the pen in my hand
Paper on my desk
She leans over my shoulder
Whispering wondrous words


Her patience is admirable
Wasting vast amounts of time on me
She is a stout supporter
Her charity saving me more than once


She pushes and pulls me
Creating fleeting moments of clarity
When I can say how I truly feel
Without fear


If I have ever made sense
She is the reason why
I do not do this on my own
She is the co writer of my life


I praise her
I worship her
I beg for her each day
She is the finest mistress

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