There is that desire

a described inspiration

perhaps we cannot identify

we only believe she

he

a sweet moonlight,

or perhaps a simple gesture

a muse is born

we might go forward without knowledge,

yet lessons learned,

come later

when the least necessary affirmation

becomes our powerful

epiphany

perhaps a memory,

a fond recall of a pretty woman,

just the thought,

her moment when in that instance,

she smiled a thousand years,

and for a time she was your own gift.

For our gifts are that which we cannot endure,

yet we might for the lesson of humility

rely upon the muse.