Summer Midnight Poem by Marie Šimáková

Catching the light in the fire

and inspiration which runs

away and high and higher

I’ve been the bullets without guns

Where have you been, my muse, my fuel

Never leave me! Never do!

Could see much water and no pool

Nowhere to dive in summer blue

But you’re back! You’re there, right there!

Brought back the life of rhyming air

I missed you, muse

… I desperately did…!