Waiting… (for a sign)

Sitting, waiting
“Where is my muse?”
I ask.
”Come to me.”

Speaking noiselessly
into the otherworld.
“Awen where have you
gone?
Why are you
silent?”

Awaken my voice,
shine your light
into my essence!
So I may see, feel
and become
the words once more.

Then I hear,
somewhere from
deep within;
a growling,
rumbling,
like thunder echoing
in the distance.

I hear the voice
within, as
my stomach
speaks.