Some of us bleed on the road
some of us bend under the load
of a real, day-job career
Some of us have to wait
until the children are asleep
Some of us sing only
in the privacy of the bath
But ALL of us dance with the Muse.
The Muse
She appears when you have no time
coaxing you from other pursuits
waking you from stone-cold sleep
The Muse
never will leave us alone
We all want to dance with her
all desire attention
longing for one more kiss
is our secret wish.
©7/1/2012 by Steve Eulberg