Rushed

I have been flat lately,
my posts, shallow;
One dimensional,
about things and events.
Don't leave yet.
The muse is there,
watching, waiting.
Time has gotten the better of me or
rather the lack of it.
The music is in my soul, my spirit.
There is soaring to occur,
but not yet.
Patience, all those who speak in my dreams say.
Yet, I am anxious, nervous for the wait.