a painting of a man playing guitar
for the muses
that never came to be.
Daunted
(by jann c. castor, 18th of June, 2002)
this echo
was just a remindance
of my past
but nothing really happened.
She gave me a kiss and walked away
leaving me in awe.
She said:
It is you I painted
and I was daunted by you at that time.
I stood there, shy like a schoolboy,
delighted by the magic
she conjured.
There it was
a painting of a man playing guitar
for the muses
that never came to be.
copyright Jann C. Castor © WGA 2002