A muse

Sleep cradled me in a graceful warmth
drifting in a dream state
It calls me
Up from the comfort
Come to the surface
Come to play
I open my eyes
Yes, I must move
Not wake the sleeping giant
Gather my hounds for the journey down
The winter winds whip
The branches slash back and forth
The storm has come
My midnight muse
I push forward the door
Release the hounds
The darkened eve
Pre-morn sky
I settle my head against the glass
So cool I feel the draft
The hounds return
To settle in
To bid goodnight once again
The sweat of my brow dry
And the storm rages on
Covering the tracks beyond
As if nothing were ever really there at all.
She slips back
Her absence unnoticed
The sheets still slightly warm