How The Muse Writes Through Me

She takes my hand, guiding it
To place these words to read.
Without careful calculation,
these words flow on and on,
until I can write no more.

Sometimes a theme will come
to me, or a mood will grasp me.
Caught by the Muse, my writing
grows feverous -- I am possessed!
Then she leaves me abruptly.

At times I am sure what to write.
Other times, my unsureness grabs me
and wrestles with my pen...
Yet with patience do I wait
for the Muse to haunt me again.