The Muse
The Muse
The Muse sleeps, hidden in the mists of time.!
Her words, her whispers, her songs are my stolen fantasy’s.
How can you love someone you cannot see?
Why me, I ask? I feel like a thief,
I write these words knowing they’re not mine!
She sees our world of fears. Lives of terror, Lives of tears.
She sings these words in whispers to me,
And kisses away the pain from my eyes.
She takes… the sadness from my heart
And turns my fears into a smile and makes them dance.
But then I turned away, If only I had taken the time:
The soft beating of hearts, lost in the mists of time.
Listen, just listen to the soft beating of her wings,
Now as she whispers in my ears, Distracted I’m not listening.
And now.
She has nothing to say, I was her lover, but I turned away.
Deaf to her heartbeats, The flutter of her wings,
Now her heart is broken. Her whispers have fallen away,
I was afraid to listen. to the whispers she sang to me,
With my heart instead of my ears, Afraid I just walked away,
My nose in the air, as if I didn’t care.
The tears in her eyes,
The soft beating of her wings.
Where are you going?
Where are you going,
Tell me please!
Now she sleeps in her soft bed, the gentle wind.
And I dream of her broken heart,
Her dance, her words, her whispers now lost to me.
Lost In the mists of time.
(c) London F. Bus. 2022
Copyright © London F. Buss | Year Posted 2022
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