Gone

To my muse, wherever she may be. 

Well now she’s gone again!

My elusive fairy fey

She comes and goes at will

Never: Are you busy? May I stay?

And she’s a tease this capricious little wraith

She’ll whisper in my ear

a tantalizing word a phrase

And then she’ll disappear!

I’ll worry with that tidbit

Hear it day and night

I’ll fuss and fume and fix

And never get it right

Like cobbler’s elves she’ll creep

While I am safe abed

Solve that irksome puzzle

Tuck it neatly in my head

I cannot help but love her

My charismatic friend 

I would that she would linger

But---now she’s gone again!