My Muse

My muse Am I just another experience to you? My beloved beauty, of divine grace My soul, my heart, my mind, everything All yours You were everything to me My waking breath, my longing gaze, my revering sighs All worshipping sonnets I create describing the beams of sunlit hope you bring to my dreary sombre castle Cowering away from those dreadful beings that pry me open with their interfering stares As your sunlight sets, I try to grasp at your dying rays To keep them in my jars forevermore To hear your voice as sweet as honey lull me to a peaceful dream Your gentle skin, that blemished me, graze me softly Something I long for, crave for, just out of my clasp My maniacal fascination with you only healed by the scrolls of ballads I write Through twilight to dawn I sit by the window, awaiting your return Writing as if it’ll bring you back Knowing it will not I am nothing but a wistful fool who has fallen for an unreachable lily among the thorns