Muse

The pen in my hand,

now what do I write?

all thoughts are dried up

and you’re out of sight.

 

Be kind to me muse,

shed me your power;

I am in a trance,

trapped in a tower.

 

Dreams sail on the shore,

drifting like seaweed,

in search of a home

let’s dance to the creed.

 

The stars are ablaze,

night has just begun

there’s love in a cup,

plenty to be sung.

 

Let me taste the source,

oozing on the chute;

as clear visions ring

flooding the mind’s flute.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 responses to “Muse

  1. Pingback: My Muse « Elle's Musings

  2. I toyed around with soundcloud at the weekend. You can listen to a recording of Muse here:

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