Mistress Muse

Pretty muse, pretty mistress Feed me, repair my bleeding heart Give me an ending, a beginning Give me a start You offer no recourse No poetry No beauty flowing from the source I am in sore need Of a friendly word; a foul deed My words have hit a mountain A solid wall I cannot write at all Pretty muse, pretty mistress You are coy Elusive as a butterfly Fluttering through the wastelands In my mind Pretty mistress, inspire this boy On the blank page a shadow falls An ink blot shot in indigo The dark sweep of Angels’ wings The mists slowly vapourise The pen rises Leaps into my hand I have been blind She is divine Mistress Muse Is, was, and always will be.... Mine