Losing the Muse

Forgetting once again the calendar and the watches
The imposed emergencies that flutter in your eyes
During the days and waiting for the morning
When the world becomes quiet and secure in itself;
Refusing to follow the night into the clear dawn
Of forgetting who you are and recalling
The time of travel and dreaming, of thinking
This is it, this is the settling down
Into any town we pass with the prancing ponies,
The quiet long-lived lives, the time we had
Before the time we have standing beside the road
Waiting for the change or captured on camera
Or in a car that rolls by with boys
And the songs of night, to return to
The business and forgetting the world
Left behind to continue wanting into
The days and nights a glimpse of the true
And the unfolding of love and nature and
Continuing to be the the men we were set here to be.