"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A Winged Muse

White flight where dreams float in a clouded vapor
Imagination seeing through the mist the ones meant for me
Their message spoken in magical mystery

A winged muse whispers in my ear
Speaking her unknown language to my spirit
Fantasy’s veil lifted from my eyes by her touch

Under inspiration’s spell words flow from heart to hand
A capricious writing of romance unfolding
Lovers brought together by cupid’s arrow

Dream clouds part to reveal blue sky
My muse retreating taking enchantment with her
To return when she deems I need her again


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