The muse – Poem

She lay comfortable in his mind
Making a cozy space
For herself

Changing her looks
And the way she said her hellos
Her ways became his words

Thoughts flowing from spaces in his mind
Through the ink veins
Leaving no paper blank

She pranced
With enactments to be put up
So he could dream
And write about her today

Each day, wonder in her performance ‘s
As his words, welcomed her stay