Muse
When words fall from your pen
they land like sparkling jewels
onto perfumed chests of pampered ladies.
Fellow Muse, your words carry me away
like a prayer over a grave;
to the heavens I float
through clouds
through stars
to an infinite Hades.
Eagerly I await your next prose,
what vision will you share?
Will I be able to feast upon
your nectar of inspiration
and remain your captive butterfly?
Copyright © Rachael Hood | Year Posted 2013
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