Abandoned by Muse

My muse has left me I don’t blame her at all I bleed peach poetry And I rarely barely talk My mood is melancholy For I’ve lost inspiration Mellow moon is calling My muse in anticipation Shining like a silver star She dances with no care Her steps hypnotic free art Like blue breeze blowing hair The song she sings So beautiful like flowers Creates in me doily dreams And somber purple powers Now she took music With her when she left As if her very movement Curses me blind and deaf I’ll write of her laugh Of her smell and her voice For she is my past My remembrance of joy Perhaps she will come back When my mood is not so black