The Absent Muse: A Sonnet

Where have you gone, my Muse? I need to know.

Without you close, I find I cannot write.

The town clock rings its chimes, and so I go

To seek you out, if chance will grant me sight.

But all I find is silence, cold and dark.

I look around, above, but you aren’t near.

Sorrow strikes where once there sang a lark,

When joy in verse of love had once been clear.

Has Time dispatched you far beyond my reach,

Or do you linger nearer than I know?

It cannot keep you from me, nor on a leash

While breath remains for me to live and grow.

My quest goes on until the close of day;

For you are worth the search in every way.

The clocktower beckons the search for the absent Muse. Original photography by Jade Hoogland.

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NOTE:‍ ‍My own original composition.