Accosting me when I try to leave, a birdie guards my hand-controls in the driver’s seat. I thought I was ready.

He said, “Don’t go.”

I want to be a bird with the most melodious voice. I want words of love to count. I want to be someone who can give a dreamer some steam.

I can’t be more than me. I am no fantasy.

Tonight I need a voice…

A creative muse is a beautiful tale.