A muse

Up the window
Down the pane
I saw a muse ;
Lingering over my ink-tip
I touched it.
It vanished. Oh.
Dandelions, eh?
I smiled. Muse smiles back.

I whispered, coffee?
It followed.

We chatted over a mug of caffeine
Talking about life and magzines
Contented, it silenced.

Our silence deemed.
Procrastinate, how much we?
It complained. You a writer, I can't believe!
Start writing. Why waiting for thee?
' But the muse I want is lost '
It said, I m here. write me.
I wrote him and it turned out to be amazing poetry.

♥