The Muse Slipping quietly into his thoughts, A silken gown and gossamer wings, Barefoot and soft of step, A muse to make him ponder things. A vision with legs doubled beneath her, Spontaneously flittering through his mind, She is invulnerable, unmovable, Enchanting and at times, unkind. Ever present and yet, untouchable, As familiar as his own heartbeat, He fears her yet longs for her, A shadow on a moonlit street. Long unruly hair framing her face, Eyes completely without fear, Intelligent and deliberate, She is always lurking near. He whispers to her, softly says her name, Without hesitation she must appear, She holds a lien on his soul, Making his every thought crystal clear. © Dianna Doles Petry |
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