I play hide and seek
with inspiration
pursuing fickle muse
through darkened labyrinth
in dauntless expectation
She scatters thoughts
like falling leaves
and frenzied shooting stars
besprinkling each path I’m on
with quickly fading vestiges
of partial revelations
I perceive only from afar
They disappear
as I draw near
neath my feet
lay naught but dirt
where once there was
a star
Searching, seeking
lost, lamenting
My feckless quest
is near its end
the day is fading
the night is calling
Perhaps tomorrow
she will be my friend
Crystal R. Cook
The picture of the maze is so perfect with this!
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