Be the muse

Be the Muse

Be the ears
In my forest
When I fall.

Hear my clear
Persistent call
To very carefully
Catch all my stammerings,
To witness all the clammerings
Of clumsiness
My Darkness stutters through.

Be the Muse
Who pushes me
To places in the Light,
Into spaces I had always thought
I had no right to go.

Let your footprints
Leave no traces of remorse
As you nonchalantly stroll
Across my naked Soul.

Be the voice I knew
Was always there.
Be the Forest Sprite
In the darkness of the night
Who hears
Me when I fall

By simply being you.