My Dancing Muse

In November 2010 I wrote this poem one evening after a visit back home.  I was chatting last night on personal messages with a friend, sharing poetry.  My friend commented on this asking had I lost someone?  Going back to read it, and sharing it here I can see how sad it is and also how sad I was.

 

My Dancing Muse

She calls to me with a voice unheard

Unheard outside of my own head and heart

Calling to me softly, her gentle persistent cries

Drawing me close, calling to me until..

I can stay away from her no longer

Walking towards her I can feel

My spirit start to lift and my heart race

Her cries become more urgent as she sights me drawing close

Pulling my coat in close around me I approach her cautiously

Stepping forward, away from the safety of the car

As I shrug off the cold my breath lies heavy on the air

She spies me again and rushes forward to meet me

Reaching forward, trying desperately to connect

I try to stay back but I know I am powerless to resist

Slowly I find a welcome spot and sit and watch her dance

Dancing before me, stretching and reaching out to me

I know too far forward and I could become lost

Lost forever in her welcoming arms and tumbling caress

Consuming me without a second glance

So I stay back at a safe distance and watch

Watch my beautiful muse dance and twirl before me

The beautiful, enchanting and captivating sea.

PG November 2010