My Muse

O my Muse. You've flown away.
 Please come back to me I pray.
 Please return and bring me back 
 back from the dead where I am lost.
 Let your words comfort me,
 and your beautiful voice set me free.
 I am lost without my cause,
 the war of words that must be won.
 Gentle thoughts and violent storms
 words of love that are warm.
 Lines of hate and lines of fear
 bound together in this sphere.
 But my Muse you must return
 so that I can begin to learn.
 Then will I be released
 from the grasp of that horrible beast.
 The wordless monster that holds my pen
 and keeps me bound from within.
 I will search until I find
 the lofty place where you hide.
 Then together we’ll set out
 for that place away from the dark.
 A place of sunlight
 and wonderful prose,
 a place where beautiful phrases grow.
 There we’ll make love as sonnets we write
 and share poetic pleasures 
 all through the night.
 When the morning
 finds us again,
 we’ll renew our passion
 in meter, rhythm, and rhyme.
 But first I must find you
 or else our passion is just fantasy.
 Sometimes we fuss 
 and sometimes we fight.
 But in the end
 the words come out right.
 So the next time you disappear 
 I will search for you everywhere.
 Then at last when you are found,
 and fresh words do abound,
 we’ll fall in love again.

Copyright © Bryan Griffin | Year Posted 2014

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