I Dry A Tear For My Muse - Poem by Philip Winchester
Title: I Dry a Tear for my Muse 024A
Date Written: 12/07/2010
A message from a loving Poet thinking of his Muse
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I Dry a Tear for my Muse
There is not a day a month a year,
goes by without a thought of you my dear,
I write with so much pleasure, find profound,
the way we move ourselves to higher ground.
It`s only in a spirit sense I mean to go,
to hold you close, though you are far from me,
to calm your thoughts should your mind be troubled,
to help you think or make sense of any muddle.
We planted seeds for you to grow with wonder,
and watched your noble efforts sell or plunder,
the skills you have are yours my little dear one,
the pride we share, prolific are sure hard won.
Take not these sweet and sugered phrases light,
they are for you, to help you win lifes`fight,
to think of them when waking in the morning
or through the empty days you`re not alone.
The song we sing may not suit the taste of many,
the stories told though some don`t find them funny.
For you and me and us and all we treasure,
praise Universal Masters for the pleasure.
There is a box awaiting, un-discovered,
of schemes of acts or simple flights of fancy,
through careful, polished, service application,
will bring us once together if we`re patient.
To live both long enough to see this happen,
it provides the basic fuel to drive the passion,
complete the joyful circle but in good time,
pay homage to the Prophets with a good rhyme.
The fingers type the florid words abound and some say,
the Poet is a fool, exact, but in a nice way,
to take a moment brief and give the Gods grace,
make something out of nothing with a true face.
I dry a tear, each time I think the miles between us,
I`m longing to bring our lives forever the closer, sweet.
I know some folks live close by and you never care see them.
I tell you true that my life will be incomplete without you alone.
So never feel the need to doubt me or to be re-assured.
Never seek to hack and or go through any of my drawers.
I do and say and write nothing to ever bring you any form of grief.
You are my Muse, My Friend, My Soul Companion as I Live.
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