Eyes closed, head back, with so much to think about.
These things **** through my mind in quick succession.
None brings a smile.  The worry line, my thinking pout,
appears each time I lose control to lend my mind concession.

Time spent, drained, wasted waiting for the muse,
pushing for one more stanza with too much on my mind,
these things I am not sure about, taunt and then confuse –
Logical progression does not want to be so kind.

From nowhere, your voice jumps from the page,
a calming, steady, thoughtful sound that pulls me back.
Softly, words of meaning, of focus, true and sage,
a sweet caress of caring, and the tension goes slack.

I put myself in your hands, though only for a moment -
The thought that someone else cares, carries me along.
Pulled away by sanity, and loving thoughts, eases torment.
Relief is felt; a simple love brings music for the heart’s song.

Lin Cava©