Treasure Island

Philo Yan

(Malaysia)

MY MUSE


I love to chat with you.
I love your company, true.
With every passing moment,
the time passes dormant.

Falling into place
Across the thousand space
Enjoy the slow down pace
No chase, no haste.

The clicking of the keys,
In silence like a breeze
of fresh words floating there
Electric in the air

Charging positive power
Splashing Golden Shower
cooling down the mind
such a lovely feeling, bliss
into gentle sigh
before the last goodbye
another day to miss

The muse in you inspire,
the words free flowing aspire
what wondrous thoughts there be
Online just only we
the seconds turned to hours
the sharing, only ours
the minutes ticking by
and then it ended, sigh.

Submitted: Friday, December 14, 2012
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