Sated Prose
SATED PROSE
when I had no roof
I made you my floor
when I crawled
you came to my
rescue through
my sky door
you are the muse
I choose to pursue
you infuse my soul
when I had no eyes
I listened to you
when I had no ears
you talked me through
stitched up my wounds
with music to sooth
you are the muse
I choose to pursue
you infuse my soul
when I had no mind
you gave me yours
when I had no tears
left to cry you
painted a well
in my heart of
sated prose
you are the muse
I choose to pursue
you infuse my soul
© Kim van Breda—1 May 2016
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2016
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