I hear a muse
who speaks
and sometimes sings
and dancing leaps
only through my dreams

Whether mine is lonely
or one of many
we share at night,
I wonder

Where dark certainties
and sometimes starlit celebrations
unfold
dim as remembered bright

I suppose S/He might respond
to this humane humbling question
asked while fading off to work
on Earth’s spinning days
plays of relentless unresolve
becoming morning’s clarity,
a puzzle solved

Just for me?
or for eternity

From all of us?
growing lunar waxing
knowing waning shifts

Waking to whom we long to be
together once again.