for J.
Would it be wrong
to call you my muse?
I was let down,
you brought me good news.
The stars in the night
shine just as bright
as they used to.
The wind sang its song,
carrying me along
until I found you.
You tore down my bars
and showed me the stars.
I forgot they were there,
I’d searched everywhere.
I’ll call you my muse.
My inspiration was all
dammed up. I no longer
heard my heart's song.
Water splashing, stars flashing,
the silver Solstice moon –
You showed me this all anew.
© 1999 Jen Nipps