Muse Poem by Ro Price

Lingering in the
Glooms of the skies
Standing alone
Unknown to the
Passerbys
Feeling the breeze
Of the
Coming storm
She let her soul
Scream through her orbs
Shared her screams
Her cries
Her sad raven dews
To the grays of the
Cloudy blues
Rain became her keeper
Wrapping around
Like swan wings
Shining crystal rings
Her joy those
Rain trinklings
Thunder was her listerner
She found peace
Which seemed unusual
Odd was the caress of the warmth,
Seeing the sun pierce
The darkened heavens
Odd was the silence
She heard after long
Odd was the
Death of the
Glooms of the heathen skies
Odd was the
Raven eyes she once longed to see alive
Odd it was to say
Goodbye to her gloomy skies