Sunday, September 26, 2010

My Muse

On the cool monsoon breeze
You drifted in to caress my cheek.
Then gently floating down to rest
By my unaware palm. While I
Too busy and very engrossed
Continued with an oblivious fervor.
So there you lay
Patient and indulgent.
Waiting for  Imagination to awaken
And take us on that flight of fancy.