London F. Buss Poet Free verse

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

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David Smith May 28, 2024 at 6:08 PM This is the real deal. Beautifully crafted. Each line attached seamlessly to the next without falter til all too soon the mist closes round it. Each line a mini delight. Great, super. Best regards David in NZ London F. Buss March 15, 2025 at 12:05 AM I was inspired by my time in Arteroa what a magical land. Mysteries fairies, and walpurgisnazht. But then I am a craft pagan and see what is hidden from to love in a different reality, all the time.. The poem The Night in Question is similar in theme.. Thanks for the comment.. London F. BUSS..