Elusive
The muse
touches you at times
your words sing !
Most of the time
she is in hiding
So, you put your pen to paper
with poor results
But the music shall return
And yes, she will
again
Inspires, takes you higher
to litereary triumphs
Words that leap from the page
Soon enough
old age
will come
The fire which once burned
Will become ashes
The music has power
but not enough
to defy Father Time
or stop the Angel of Death
The dark angel who
eventually wins all battles
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012
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