Where Has It Gone?

Last night, comfortable
in bed, unable to capture sleep,
my muse appeared to rescue me
from restless boredom,
entertaining and teasing
with the grace of her language
the genius of her imagination
the utter brilliance of her design
offering me poetry so perfectly
reflective of all I most admire
it put me perfectly at easeful rest
promising myself I would 
commit to flagrant, inner-core
plagiarism of her ethereal
grace of creative expression
at the earliest possible opportunity
and finally I fell fast asleep
mind freed of all absorption.