Night Muse

I hear a muse who speaks and sometimes sings and dancing leaps only through my dreams Whether mine is lonely or one of many we share at night, I wonder Where dark certainties and sometimes starlit celebrations unfold dim as old remembered bright I suppose S/He might respond to this humane humbling question asked while fading off to work on Earth's spinning days plays of relentless unresolve becoming morning's clarity, a puzzle solved Just for me? or for eternity From all of us? growing lunar waxing knowing waning shifts Communal waking to whom we long to be woke together once again.