muse 'vandana'

The vagrant,
without motive.
wasting away the gift.
dreams of neverland
nurturing in a frittered intellect.
haunted by a fear
of running through the gauntlet,
in the course of his wanderings
stumbled upon a harmony,
never known to man.
the twinkle of bells ,
the twang of an arrow.
the dark locks of wind,
darker than the darkest night.
flaming skin, menacing eyes.
those satin robes of burgundy
playing with his mind.
assurance of a flare,
still lingers on.
lo and behold!
the muse dances on.