You (dripping with honey)

You, (Muse),

First ray through my window pane,
Last gust against its frame,
Push in my proper direction,
Fill to the void in my chest,

I hear you when I'm thinking
I hear you when all is silent

You are on the spine of my favorite book

I see you in reflections on buildings
I sense you are near me always
dear, you are here,
(Your kisses of words are warm
When all is cold in my world)

You are in my bath water
I feel your presence in my bed
I see you in my kitchen, in my honey pot, in my curry
I see you in my life
dear, you are here,

I know because you are part
Of what is hope *inspiration*
What is new
What is me
(and what I soon will be)

{Is it possible to wait with bated breath
yet another day
when I have waited so many years for you?
I worry that I might die tomorrow}