Feel the passion,
surrender deep...
Muse will find you,
wake or sleep.
She will hold and
squeeze you tight
and you'll be musing
deep into the night.
When sunrise breaks
in early morn, and
from your musings
you are torn...
You'll face the fruits
of your creation
with weary eyes
and joyful elation.
For the playful muse
needs no rest.
In darkest hours,
she does her best.
She'll call your spirit
out to play
and if you allow,
they'll go their way...
Into the realm
beyond our knowing,
where seeds of love
they will be sowing.
And when the full moon
shines above, you'll
reap the bounty of
their sweet love.
Feel the passion,
surrender deep...
Muse will find you,
wake or sleep.
(Behold the Power of the Muse, for she shall find you, wake or sleep!)
I like the symmetry of the return to the first four lines for the ending, and the effortless flow of the rhymes.. -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The short line construction serves this piece very well; wonderful rhymes and phrasing - lots to love here. Esther : ]