Thought of him
And the poetess lights up,
By starlight she feverishly crafts her song,
Of, for, inspired by
Her muse, her light
Tag: Muse
You Are My Light
Star, you are my light
Warmth and guidance, still
Resonant, soundless,
In dark of indigo night
You are the gold muse, seraph
I Hold Back
Filled to the hilt with raw creative energy,
I hold myself together at the seams from bursting forth,
I hold back my itching palm as it beckons the pen, the brush, the paper,
I hold back so there is more for another day,
This energy needs release,
It will find it’s way out slow and easy
Possessed (Phenomena of Art)
In unexpected moments there is the phenomenon of inspiration
As if a summoned spirit overtakes body and mind,
And you are a host for the Muses,
To set your being into motion
Creating, devining,
The tangible and intangible beauty of art
The Muse Tango
The muses they dance,
In a slow, sultry tango
One comes and one goes,
Across a white floor that glows
to life only for their minds.
Burning Hunger
I think of him
And the hot sun
On his skin,
I think of him
When the moon grants me
This moment
To feel my thoughts
And walk back my only memories,
And know part of my heart here
Does not reside,
I hunger for my love
Far from here
Far from snow
And foreign waters surrounding
I still hunger for the love
That I call my muse
Without a single word
Uttered,
I long for eyes to match the fire
He ignites with memory and lyrical magic
Conjured by his own muse
I hunger,
And it heats my heart
And sets my body aflame,
I burn of hunger
My love
The hunger never fades
She of Letters 