You speak to me
in teasing whispers
awaken me from slumber
to fill my head with goddess lore

not now, I say
I want to sleep
but you continue~
you breathe trails
of angel-wing dust~
over and over and over
‘til I submit,
take pen to paper
and relate these tales you tell me

I whirl in your images
stumble along phrases
****** only halfwords
‘til you whisper,
leave the pen and come with me

We travel on clouds
to far away times, to ancient cities
when the gods reigned free,
visit Gaia and Athena,
my goddesses, you say,
now mine
and we laugh like faeries
swirling on moss-covered branches.

And in the end,
I return to my pen and paper
(pallet of my art)
in hopes of painting the pictures
of the poetry you muse me.