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.
Copyright © Crissieteen Woodham | Year Posted 2009
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