To My Muse

by revbillcook

Before we begin, please

know this about me – wherever I am

I know I should be somewhere else.

.

Where it is I do not know. But

wherever I am your specter rises – pale

as a ghost drifting above dark grass

.

through which I must walk. But O

how I hope I might stay here,

– at least for a little while – with you.

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