Without a Muse
O Muse of mine, where have you gone?
I miss the sweetness of your song;
Alas, no voice is on the wind;
No fiery flame stirs from within
My spirit you once used to make,
Held gently in your warm embrace,
Divulge its secrets safely kept,
And bid them rush out from my breast
What symphonies you used to play
That through small words I sought to catch;
Though now it seems you’ve gone away,
And left my soul an empty nest.
Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2011
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