Mysterious Muse
Could my muse be so complex a being
That his inner drive remains in creating music
Music which would hypnotize lions
Music which would wake in me, the mystic
Music which would sing always, of the mystery
That inhabits life and all creatures that walk through it!
Could my muse be some sort of savior
Imbibed with the power of assembling creatures
As mighty as crocodiles
Crocodiles which would turn all meek
Caring not even to try to slash lions
And to swallow flamingos!
Why, if my muse were such, I would have readily
Knelt in front of him and offered him all the parts
Of my sorrowful and God yearning heart!
Pray, could my muse be one who cared not about his nakedness
Caring, rather, solely to imbibe the whole of existence
With his angelic hymns
While fully aware that nudity can be seen as a purity
When lusty thoughts about it cross not the minds
Of onlookers
Why, if he were such, I am pretty sure that music and its essence
Itself would have flocked to him!
Pray, the world remains as it is because some power
Wants it to
But, things can change
See, mighty carnivorous beasts can turn all meek
Muses can leave their abodes to tend to mortal
Beings like you and me
And nudity can become acceptable as an attire!
But, in the very end, the grip that music has over us
Shall remain that which it has always been
Why, music, when played by muses of mystery
Can bid one's soul to want to leave one's body
To kiss the stars, out of ecstatic joy
At being alive
Before returning and nesting in its usual place!
Pray, my muse, high up in the clouds, remains
A being of the unknown, and
Should I someday know of his essence
I do wonder, if he shall be as such!
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Written on 8th October 2017
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2017
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