An Ode To Falling

Ode to Falling

My muse is gone for untold time,
I am without my guide.
But she has gone; I know not where,
I need her at my side.
Will she return? I have no clue,
I only wish I knew.
My mentor she has always been,
I only wish she knew
How much I’ll miss her presence
Until she does return,
And offers help I know I’ll need
To make my passion burn.
She’s made of gold and rich perfume,
And inspiration, too.
She’s never given bad advice,
She offers only glue
To hold my words together as
I try to struggle through.
A story in my mind to tell
To any who would read.
She knows the words to spur me on,
She is my daily feed.
I love her not as wife,
Nor as a lover true,
But as a soul who haunts my mind,
And stirs my thoughts
As mentors often do.
My muse is gone for untold time,
I am without my guide.
But she has gone; I know not where,
I need her at my side.

Come back my muse, I need you here
To stay my fear, And give me back my clues..