The Muse
By Linrose
She embraces me in sleep ~ Calling to me through images, Symbolic language often steeped ~ In mystic shadows, Seeking clarity and outward flow. She nudges me in waking hours ~ Extending the key of inspiration ~ To magically unlock the code ~ Of those images deep within, Awaiting the stillness of mind; Breathing in Spirit reveals to me ~ The story in its entirety. My lowly mind then seeks to paint ~ This moment with a palette of words, The hues of which are rather faint ~ When viewed in the Light of my Muse. Written August 17th, 1999 © on Oct 02 2001 12:00 AM PST 0 • 10
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