Abstract Praise to the Muses - Thank you
I reached for the stars to grab a lovely
Muse, whose sweet voice sang to my heart's love tune.
Beauty and inspiration - her name's Moon;
Pulling on gravity's strings, waves in sea
Crashing upon the shore - amused by me.
Siren of the heart, calling me to swoon,
Lifting up my soul, creation will boon -
Passion burns rampant and the Muse will flee.
A spark by her touch ignites the poet,
Sweeping out the dust, bringing in the new
My hands grasped upon a dream, I know it
Will slip and fade from my eyes, like the dew
on the morning grass - dissipating shift.
The Muses grant words only to a few.
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