Incantation

Shhhhh.

It will come to you
unexplained
without pretension
or expectation.

The addiction
from a past
no longer yours
or
never yours
but for your
blood

Will
wane with the moon,
never subsiding
but becoming
full then half to the
cresent smile of the
Cheshire Cat
laughing at you
from above.

But

Remember
the eclipse
and your moment
of redemption,
the Sun,
in your blackest
hour of replanting.

Shhhhhh.

Rest your black heart,
your weary mind,
your cramped hand
for a moment
in the space
between.

Rest for a moment
beside the candle
of your hand and

Pause

to see –

if blind
with your
ears –

if deaf
with your heart –

if dead

with the life
that surrounds you
with eyes
and ears
and hearts
Open
to images
captured
repainted
replanted
relived
in the

Silence

of the
space between.

Shhhhhh.

It will come to you
unexplained
without pretension
or expectation.

The muse you
crave is there
no here
in hand.

She is you.