Me and My Muse
The dusk has fallen, it is getting dark,
Alone and nervous I wander in the park,
The breeze is cold and has started to bite,
Everything is gloomy, nothing seems right.
Now comes wafting a scent that I know,
And in an instant my eyes start to glow,
Lo, there she is! A goddess in every way,
Has the breeze stopped in awe of her sway?
She is my muse, heavenly and glorious,
Friendly as a fairy, albeit mysterious.
Her tresses glisten around her angelic face,
She comes to me in her lovely grace,
Like a charged spirit I rush to her,
How ardently we meet each other!
In her calm eyes I find my solace,
But she gets dissolved in our embrace,
I submit to her and through our union,
I realize that we are not two but one!
© Portia Burton
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC
Me and My Muse
The dusk has fallen, it is getting dark,
Alone and nervous I wander in the park,
The breeze is cold and has started to bite,
Everything is gloomy, nothing seems right.
Now comes wafting a scent that I know,
And in an instant my eyes start to glow,
Lo, there she is! A goddess in every way,
Has the breeze stopped in awe of her sway?
She is my muse, heavenly and glorious,
Friendly as a fairy, albeit mysterious.
Her tresses glisten around her angelic face,
She comes to me in her lovely grace,
Like a charged spirit I rush to her,
How ardently we meet each other!
In her calm eyes I find my solace,
But she gets dissolved in our embrace,
I submit to her and through our union,
I realize that we are not two but one!
© Portia Burton
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