I.
I was starstruck in
the dark
by
The Muse
illuminated yet protected by a brilliant
reflection; and
She was gone.
determined,
with The Muse in my heart and her sweet
song to guide me I crossed
the river
and entered the wilderness.
II.
My now fearless
heart found a path
and through it calmly imbibed
the unknown
and the sun began to shine.
III.
The light unveiled a
companion
traveling beside me all along.
*"The sun forever shines
on this mountain"*, he said.
A fork in the road.
He gave me a calm, quizzical look;
acknowledged the sun;
nodded to the mountain before us;
and departed down the
path unsung.
I followed the muse.
Calmly I
strayed,
forging my own path guided by my newly
ignited, warming
inner fire.
IV.
A glorious
woman
sat not far off
the path
singing.
With a beautiful
voice, a beautiful
face, and a
beautiful heart,
she looked
the part of
The Muse
but her hurting,
tired eyes
gave her away
she was not
because no person could
be
and realizing this
I was no longer starstruck.
V.
The image:
The Muse had been
shattered
but I did not run.
I approached with
a smile and she
refused my offered
hand.
Without anger, without
pain, I turned my gaze to the
mountain before
me.
"Thank you", I whispered in her
ear
"Thank you for guiding
me
here, the sun always shines;
we
both can find our way"
and kissed her forehead.
And with the sun warming my
heart, I began
singing
that same song
The Muse within
me all along
and was off
to know the unknown
mountain and
glorious sun
by knowing
my mysterious
Self
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
I.
I was starstruck in
the dark
by
The Muse
illuminated yet protected by a brilliant
reflection; and
She was gone.
determined,
with The Muse in my heart and her sweet
song to guide me I crossed
the river
and entered the wilderness.
II.
My now fearless
heart found a path
and through it calmly imbibed
the unknown
and the sun began to shine.
III.
The light unveiled a
companion
traveling beside me all along.
*"The sun forever shines
on this mountain"*, he said.
A fork in the road.
He gave me a calm, quizzical look;
acknowledged the sun;
nodded to the mountain before us;
and departed down the
path unsung.
I followed the muse.
Calmly I
strayed,
forging my own path guided by my newly
ignited, warming
inner fire.
IV.
A glorious
woman
sat not far off
the path
singing.
With a beautiful
voice, a beautiful
face, and a
beautiful heart,
she looked
the part of
The Muse
but her hurting,
tired eyes
gave her away
she was not
because no person could
be
and realizing this
I was no longer starstruck.
V.
The image:
The Muse had been
shattered
but I did not run.
I approached with
a smile and she
refused my offered
hand.
Without anger, without
pain, I turned my gaze to the
mountain before
me.
"Thank you", I whispered in her
ear
"Thank you for guiding
me
here, the sun always shines;
we
both can find our way"
and kissed her forehead.
And with the sun warming my
heart, I began
singing
that same song
The Muse within
me all along
and was off
to know the unknown
mountain and
glorious sun
by knowing
my mysterious
Self