Since My Muse Left Me
Since my muse left me, I wonder how
Was a young crow born with a weird sough
Or maybe it’s fear that causes this outcry
Such unusual tones, I give a melancholy sigh
The dove's soft coo, still a gentle touch
Awakens me with the coos of hatched clutch
Morn’s promise fulfilled, a new dawn’s birth
As sun rays’ fingers, reach through cloudy mirth
Streaked skies, a canvas painted gray,
Reflecting the mood of this poet's day,
The world is awakened with a gentle start
How, oh how, could it mend my heart
That crow's weird voice, a haunting sound,
Echoes through, the morning's hallowed ground,
A reminder of what once was true,
A love that's lost, and a heart that's blue.
The dove's coo, a soothing melody,
A balm for my soul that's lost its harmony,
The sun's warm touch, a gentle breeze,
A comfort, that my heart can't seize.
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