muse (n).

You are the man I have known the least, yet somehow it is you when I picture the hero bounding through the door, it is you who walks in my dreams through meadows and fog when at last I am able to sleep, it is you who I see in the story of the man who is unable to love, in the story of the man who is learning how to forgive, the story of the man who has to go on a far journey alone, the story of the man who is young or old or outgoing or quiet.

It is my wondering about your days that causes me to write, when my mind wanders off  it goes to you.

Posted on September 26, 2012 and filed under the word project-.