Muse — When the night deepens, she returns
When the night deepens, she returns.
I did not come here well-rested.
I came here between breaths —
when the night wouldn’t release me,
and the Muses refused to leave me alone. Step softly. They are already awake.
Muse — Color is how she taught silence to speak
Color is how she taught silence to speak.
Muse — Even exhaustion can dream
Even exhaustion can dream.
The Hourkeeper
she holds the hours the world forgets
Muse 6 — Quiet Behind Thought
In the quiet behind thought, she waits.
Some nights do not end — they loosen.
What follows comes quietly.
Muse 8 — Where waking falters
Where waking falters, she waits — and the restless finally rest.