If I ever lose my muse
I’ll search the dark side of the moon for inspiration

Hopefully find some source of shadowy drive
To substitute for lack of patience

And if the moon becomes eclipsed
I’ll turn and stare into the sun

To shine it’s rays unto my soul
Until dark and light fuse into One

If my reservoir of words runs dry
I’ll listen to more Yusef Lateef

But on that day I’ll probably close my eyes
Because his voice makes me want to go to sleep