Just For The Sake Of It

Writing doesn't always come easy.  Words never fail to come to mind, they just don't always make sense, or form a thought that translate into beauty. Here's one more to the Muse, Red  ~

The Stray

It always begins with 'She',
She haunts me.

A Muse comes momentarily
to feed you wine, food,
to nourish your soul.

They always run off -
Leaving you starved for more.

Red came before the New Year
Her voice -  music
Her smile -  art
Her eyes - poetry

I could not get enough.

She came and laid herself bare
    - I ran, overwhelmed
         Lost without a pad and pen.

I have not seen her since,
Though it always begins with "She,"
She haunts me.

She always will.