My fingers stilled
Unable to move across the pages
My muse was gone
No more words
The flower's petals kept his tender touch
The moon kept her compass
The sun burned memory into the pigments of my skin
The wind kept his sweet breath
The galaxy a black hole
Only left
Quiet
Stillness
Silence

Return
Bring back the light of the moon
Let the sun be your embrace
The wind carry your sweetness on her breeze
Taking back your touches from the petals
Once again the galaxy would be your gaze
My fingers could move again
The pages would fill

And it would all be because of you
My Muse