into that recent black void
i tumbled ,
falling, twisting, burning, screaming.
till at last i landed and my torment subsided,
i found my lost muse there,
at the bottom of that black well.
broken twisted and charred,
she looked at me through tear stained eyes,
and remarked in a hoarse voice,
"i knew you would come" said she
"i have been screaming at you through this void for so long"
"fearing your un-hearing ears"
i could see in her eyes the spark of creativity though very dim alighting new
as i took her broken form in my arms.
i lifted her up and her gaze met mine, the creativity i shunned,
now lit in her eyes with a bit of madness and love, life returned her,
and i found myself staring at a blank watercolor page,
the ideas streaming forth like so much paint from a brush,
and together my muse and i whispered to each other
"thank you for saving me from the void"