Answering My Muse
In this worn chair I linger
silence in depths of night
as words flow from fingers
memories burn bright.
Silence in depths of night
as I sit in an old room
and memories burn bright
life’s remnants loom.
As I sit in an old room
my muse whispers write
as life’s remnants loom
bringing hidden dreams to life.
My muse whispers write
as inspiration steals my sleep
bringing hidden dreams to life
with precious lines to keep.
As inspiration steals my sleep
in this worn chair I linger
with precious lines to keep
as words flow from fingers.
December 17, 2022
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