The Birth of Muse

I close the curtains

To be quite alone

Yet, the light still comes in-

To query me:

 

“What’s in the  dark?”

 

 I stay Mute

 

I open the windows

To watch the ascending moon

Yet the night draws near-

Asking me

 

“What’s’ with the light?”

 

 I stay Mute

 

I lie down to

To catch some needed shut eye

Yet, the sleep stays roaming out

The  mind now asks:

 

“Where you off to?”

 

 Fed up to the core,

I start typing