Garden of Dreams

            Seeds planted in my Moon Garden

            My Child awaits

                        For the call

                        For the muse

            What a feeling

                        Sensation

                        Fully present

            A glimpse of the muse – ahh Melpomene

                        Swept away by grief and despair

                        Unable to breath

                        From the toxic air

Today this is not my truth

And what of the repair

            I listen

            And prepare

As I greet my Muse Leaping

            Through the air

Rising Higher

Growing Deeper

Your best ability

Is your availability