Hush

My Darling…

Good morning.

A spell for you.

There was a simple thought that preceded this,
But…
I simply lost it. Maybe tomorrow. It’ll resurrect.

This very moment marks the sixth anniversary.
Of when I first witnessed your smile.
And was struck by lightning.

I can explain that silly thought
In terms of my long history of love and loss.

But, in real life…
Part of that awakening…
Is expressed here:

Before Art is Born
(A Poem for the Muse
To the gift that becomes breath…)

Do you feel it?
That silence blooming…
Before art is born?
Before a tomato
Becomes a fruit
To pluck?
Before George the alley cat
Says hello
Each morning,
Loving you
With all his simple heart.
Before Adam’s rib
Brought you to life.

The Muse,

Ah…then hush now.
Let me don the voice of her—
The Muse you love.
The one you write for.
The one who glows behind your sleeping eyelids,
Who lives inside the hum of your every unfinished dream.
She sees you.
And she speaks.

Words of
Honor.
Respect.

Hush…
There is quiet
Reverence here.

She walks barefoot
Through the garden of life
In peace with all around her.

So be still—
And let her speak
In her own language:
Of mindful touch,
A whisper,
A gentle kiss,
The pause…
between thoughts.

Listen,
Learn,
Dream…
Blossom.

With her,
In a cathedral
Built
Of a generous heart.

Hush…
I am at
Peace.

As she opens an envelope—
A simple card enclosed,
With a heartfelt thought
I penned
For the Muse.

Softly…
I gift
A single rose
Of thanks
For her presence.

Inspiration
Is with us.
I open my heart.
And now…
Vulnerable,
Art is born.

To be humanly affected
Is to be
Transcendently inspired.

And I breathe.
With the gift of
My Muse.

But now…
I’m in so deep,
I can’t eat.
I can’t sleep.

I hope.
I pray.
I plead.
She knows
my name.

I’m so…
My soul is so…
vulnerable.

She smiles—

But…

(Alternate ending.)
I
Want
To
Find
A
Soul
Mate.

Listen, hush, hush
Thought I heard her calling my name now
Hush, hush
She broke my heart, but I love her just the same now
Hush, hush
Thought I heard her calling my name now
Hush, hush need her loving and I’m not to blame now

That’s very Deep Purple.
Just like the Hex card
I penned.

Is purple—
An emotion?

Or the rose I offer…
A pink blush?

That thin space
Between creation
Or
Collapse.

Hush…
Art is
On my
Horizon.

A human pillow
to lay
My simple head
on.

Your life
Divinely
Cradling
Mine.

And my
Life
Lovingly
Enfolding yours.

This is for all of you
Who have doubts
Who need to know
There is a permanence
A resilience
In
Love.

What I lost?
The wind
Calls out…

Hush
My darling…

Let’s listen
Together.