My Muse Once Sleeping Is Awake

Long nights I stood beneath the sky, And strained to hear the heavens cry, Then sang the sun with day to break ... My muse, once sleeping ... is awake. I sauntered thru my years, carefree, Content to dream what life might be, Til death came sneaking like a snake ... My muse, once sleeping ... is awake. My loves were frequent, no remorse, I swam up souls to find their source, Until love brought my heart to ache ... My muse, once sleeping ... is awake. I chose a pen to scribe my thoughts, But could not loose the inner knots, Then learned to untie each mistake ... My muse, once sleeping ... is awake. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 1, July 2019 - Repeating Refrain" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor. (Syllables = eight per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com)