When I discover new poems from her
on the fresh pages, she takes me softly
to an evening window to see stillness gather
and lightning flashing, a comet’s slow trail
lingers in darkness everything alters in
a cosmic moment. But after
this – forget about that, says my sun-lit soul.
And even the memory of magic leaves me alone.
Jacqui Thewless
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/muse-22/
