I have decided
to make you my muse
on this hour
when not only houses
and streets and buildings
separate us
but foreign universes
alien lands
of different time scales
and physical laws
Tonight, you are my muse
going about your business
as you dwell in a world
entirely your own,
where probably
pigs fly above banana-made castles
surrounded by moats that flow
with deep dark chocolate
home to gummy crocodiles,
translucent multicolored reptiles
licked by the light of a lollipop moon-
And you,
perhaps framed by a window
in a tower higher than a mile
Yes, you
beaming a cheshire cat smile-
glowing, beckoning
a beacon
I look to your face
so I can keep typing
so I can keep writing
because you are my muse
I cannot refuse
to choose you-
now, at least for now
Maybe not tomorrow
but certainly, definitely
on this hour, on this night
in this reality, I write
for you,
my muse
sleeping,
unaware of your new calling
Unaware of me,
houses, and streets, and buildings
away
awake
but dreaming-
as you are.
