Sylph

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My hobbies include writing poetry about the faeries, elves, gnomes, mermaids and magic of the Sebastopol, Bodega Bay, Sonoma County area.

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I wrote Nude Tea which is available at online bookstores like Barnes and Nobles.

My 44 Summer Stories are available at WildChildPublishing.com

My Muse

When I close my eyes I see you. When I shut out all the visual distractions of my cluttered life, I as last arrive at the state of peace where I find you already waiting.

When I lay down at night, you visit me. You, having no fixed domicile of your own, actively seek me out in mine. You find me despite the darkness, and whisper pleasant words upon my ears. The certainty of your arrival has taught me to keep pen and paper at my nightstand.

Inspiration, your name is Sylph. You endow me with the spirit of creativity upon your own times of choosing. A full day of burdened labors on my keyboard cannot compare to one hour with you in the night. But one hour is never enough once you've arrived. Without you, I find my spirit void of anything fresh and new.

You, my sylph, are the ultimate spirit of femininity. Your arrival awakens me and inspires fresh birth of thought. I find my own spirit liberated, unchained. I celebrate this freedom through the medium of Writing.

Although you are a spirit, you retain the power to manifest yourself in nature and in human form for my perusal. I have found you to be reclining upon a smiling person's lips. I have seen you dance within the strands of a woman's hair upon the breeze. I have seen your graceful repose upon the photographs snapped by others whom you have blessed with special notions and insights. I have watched the serenity of your dance emerge from the concealment of a singer's heart as she opens her mouth. Not always pleasant, I have also found you to contort the muscles of an angry person's face; you whisper in my ear to ensure that I am listening.

All men are given certain gifts by God. I was granted creativity and you are the fertile muse that accompanies me. You and your sisters gather yourselves around the most intimate thoughts of the dreamers, the poets, and the artists of this world. You arrive on the breeze and birth within me the emotions that become me.