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…!