Ms. Amusezing And Miss Musery

 

She tells me

What I want to hear

So my pen and paper

Can bond over

What I feel.

 

I say, “Thank you”

With a sincere tone.

 

She just grins

And goes back

To her interpretive dancing.

 

She later lies

Her head on my chest

And sighs

When my heart skips a beat.

 

I whisper,

“What it is?”

 

She simply replies

By looking in my eyes

With longing and confusion

In hers.

I carve that moment

In my soul

For inspiration

When the bloodbank

Dries out.

 

She disappears

When the witching hour strikes,

Running into the night

Leaving me to chase shadows

That don’t exist

But surreal enough

To chill me to the bone.

 

She cries out

Cutting the darkness

With no guilt;

Close enough

To make me worry

Yet far enough

That I cannot

Comfort her.

 

Is she torturing her spirit

Or mine?

 

Is she telling me

I can’t save everyone?

Or I can’t save myself?

So I sleep on it

Without the help of dreams.

 

When morning comes

I find her lying at my side

As if nothing ever happened.

 

When I ask her

About it

She simply smiles

While telling me

What I want to hear

Without explaining her intentions.

 

So I go about my writing

While she gets lost in her dancing.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Wow...very interesting write on how sometimes the darkness can come quickly upon us in those late hours and evaporate with the morning light. Sometimes a person just needs to go and be inside their darkness and to let it bleed from them...so they can go back to their dancing when the sun rises. I love the way you captured this here...wonderful work, Cowboy.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Why thank you babe, appreciate your kind words on my scribbles. xoxo