In Search of Light

First, a picture forms within,
and then my consciousness starts to spin.
A tale or two may come,
set to my inner drum.
This rhythmic beat,
in striving to meet
what’s been submersed,
allows it to burst
from chambers in my soul.
It climbs to where I gain control.

Next, a thought and then a rhyme
will come to me at the very time
I long to be asleep.
Into my mind will creep
a certain word
that shouts to be heard;
a cryptic phrase
that hides in the haze
will suddenly appear.
A verse is whispered in my ear!

At least it isn’t worry or being in a hurry
that keeps me up at night….
It’s just my guide — The Muse Inside —
inspiring me to write
a hidden poem in search of light.