Back to the Drawing Board

Back to the proverbial drawing board
Or better stated, my writing desk
Where on some occasions
The words have have flown
From my mind and fingers
Filling pages with grand thoughts
And heartfelt emotions
And so I ask myself
Is the muse returning?
Will my inspiration of the past
Begin anew to inspire?
Will my muse take interest
In me and what I write
And in turn light my fire?
It remains to be seen
So I suppose we shall see
Or at least I will
Anyway, I hope so . . .