Spying a Muse
Life oozes
from her every step.
Essence drips
from the fluidic
movement of her
lithe form.
Her aura,
dazzles me
with deafening precision.
Walking,
her body flows like
a musical masterpiece,
stealing the perception
of time,
and cascading a feeling
that nature is
complete with this fairy
as part of it.
In her own right
a deity of beauty
and grace.
She seems at peace
and she has given life
to my quill.
My ink well glistens
with dancing words,
they pour through my veins,
eager,
to be soaked up
by parchment.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2007
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