Have you seen her?

She hides.
Like wisdom to a fool
inspiration hides her face
from me.
She mocks and teases,
with laughter un-seen,
she seduces and flees
when she hears
my foot falls;
she hides from me.

I am lost,
I who dared to catch
the temptress,
i am alone,
I who once had cupped
her breast,
i am left with nothing
but a scent on air-still
i am left with impotent
memory of her sweet full lips.

She wouldnt follow
me here;
and im sadly pleased,
she belongs in the sun,
and in memories.
For now i sit
in the belly of the beast,
an alien in a waste pile;
no place for a queen.

I sit in the wastes of Tarturus
a land devoid of dreams,
i serve out my punishment,
for daring to dream;
But even in these cold lands,
there're things colder still;
the eyes and hearts of men,
are ic'd and chill'd.

Should i pity them,
them who have made home
the mouths of dragons?
should i curse them,
these who make shelter
of open-fields.
I should thank them,
and spunk them,
and spit at them,
and hug them,
them who have taught me
the meaning of dreams.

Coz they cannot dream,
these cold-filled eyes,
they squint and dart,
but they cannot find,
a thing called Awe,
a woman called Dream,
they can never see
what they dont know.

She hides.
Like a bride distressed
she hides from me;
she has read my thoughts
about aiding them.
"Shall i offer my woman
to the touch of wolves;
and have her teach them
a thing or two."
She hides, and laughs
coz now she knows,
i'd rather not dream
than make her a whore.

The writer has moved to Andrews University, USA. for the next few years. As he sits in the belly of the beast, he acknowledges that the current writer's block will need more than African inspiration to break.
SHe did not cross the ocean with him; that seducer. She hides.....