The Muse

The muse sings so elegantly Breathing life into every note Sweet melodies rapture that tries the soul and suffocates until taken down noted and noted and noted again The quill doth bleed every word It gives life as quickly as it takes it away The dew kissed mornings The gleam in the eye of a child The light reflecting its multi-rays of vibrancy These empower the muses insight Into the realm of imagination Ride fast, ride true No boundaries are withstanding Bare everything as one has foreseen it The binding coil is soft metal made Easily broken and created again The muses flow can never be tamed Silent only in spells Dormant only in dreams However it lies like a rooster Awaiting the dawn.