only serious inquiries need apply

I need a muse

How do you find a muse

Or do they find you? 

I have lovers and critics,

Editors and agents

But I need a muse.

Maybe I have a muse 

But he has chosen

To remain silent

Hidden somewhere

Waiting to inspire

When I am ready

Pen in hand

Fingers on keyboard

I await his arrival

Eager to begin

I start without him

But the words won’t come

I need the words that create

 a soul cleansing epiphany

Which only a muse can incite

I wait in the silent dusk

All is quiet and still

I need a muse