Muse in, Muse Out

As flitting as the summer light breeze
As charged as the lightning bolt
There is nothing as satisfying as when the
Muse comes in
Or as frustrating as when the
Muse goes out.
As soon as it has entered the conscious mind and
as fast as it has come
it flutters and dances away

Gone!
When I opened my eyes out of the stupor of
Muse drunkenness!
Muse in.
Muse out.
Muse away.
Into the horizon disappear
until she decides to
visit again in a sudden way
where I least expect it.

There you are.
Waiting,
dancing,
fluttering,
floating,
enticingly into
my consciousness again,
to amuse
entertain
opening possibilities
once again.