My Muse
My muse
By Michelle Morris
02/10/2021
My muse wants to play.
She's tired of waiting patiently.
So many days I've been working;
No time to enjoy writing freely.
My muse enjoys the dance;
The rhythm of what we become,
Together synergistically,
Moving beyond space and time.
My muse loves her joy and laughter;
She expects me to entertain her still,
In the silent reverie of unspoken
Magic and memories.
My muse demands her standards met,
Each and every time we swim -
Through the infinity of space,
Between nothing and everything.
My muse instils her discipline;
She expects nothing less than all -
Knowing words are swords' masters;
Forever and ever echoing in the wind.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
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