My Muse

O my Muse. You've flown away. Please come back to me I pray. Please return and bring me back back from the dead where I am lost. Let your words comfort me, and your beautiful voice set me free. I am lost without my cause, the war of words that must be won. Gentle thoughts and violent storms words of love that are warm. Lines of hate and lines of fear bound together in this sphere. But my Muse you must return so that I can begin to learn. Then will I be released from the grasp of that horrible beast. The wordless monster that holds my pen and keeps me bound from within. I will search until I find the lofty place where you hide. Then together we’ll set out for that place away from the dark. A place of sunlight and wonderful prose, a place where beautiful phrases grow. There we’ll make love as sonnets we write and share poetic pleasures all through the night. When the morning finds us again, we’ll renew our passion in meter, rhythm, and rhyme. But first I must find you or else our passion is just fantasy. Sometimes we fuss and sometimes we fight. But in the end the words come out right. So the next time you disappear I will search for you everywhere. Then at last when you are found, and fresh words do abound, we’ll fall in love again.