You need a muse that keeps you guessing,

Keeps you wistful, mysteriously

Chasing something

That every so often you catch,

Only for it to pop

Like an elusive bubble

In your hands,

Or like a kiss that expands into the night 

Only to vanish like morning stars.

This way you can write from the heart,

The raw universal truths of mankind.

This way the ending of your own dream,

Weaving out from your own mind

Can surprise you,

And you can surprise yourself

And find deep joy and happiness.

-jenn