Tuesday, April 08, 2014

35. The elusive muse

The elusive muse,
as the flighty butterfly,
picks and chooses
its momentary resting place
as sunlight softly fallen.
Dubbing an unearned knighthood,
the fragment of thought,
alights upon the shoulder
lightly, transitory
with the ethereal touch
of fairy dust.
If you rise from your kneeling
the capricious muse
will disappear like a wraith,
if you remain
you will not capture
the transient contemplation.

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