When I discover new poems from her <br />on the fresh pages, she takes me softly <br />to an evening window to see stillness gather <br />and lightning flashing, a comet’s slow trail <br />lingers in darkness everything alters in <br />a cosmic moment. But after <br />this – forget about that, says my sun-lit soul. <br />And even the memory of magic leaves me alone.<br /><br />Jacqui Thewless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/muse-22/
