Muse Of My Heart

It makes me Dance! I think I am Glowing! Ah…my muse returns….

he is beautiful when he plays so beautiful, it makes me kiss his brow he wont kiss me back until he comes out of it the revelry of egyptian chords but in this he is not mine I cannot help but love him best when he is there and not here I cannot help but love him when he is least mine I can only kiss his brow and smile

In one state of mind, a soul is a silver. In another it is cold. If your soul is my soul then where is the earth. If breaking is the only way to mending then I break away. But breaking might only be breaking and I told you I wanted to be brave. No virgin of love, No child facing the sea. I hold this to me and I hold you. I forget my questions, your answers are slithy. The snow falls between lights and bars. The flakes are larger than I remember. How can I crawl through that window? I will splinter it with diamonds and christen the night. Wake up to the sweetness falling to your face. Or don't wake up at all and Humming will arise from a distant corner of the universe. Sleep though the winter, sleep in the spring, sleep under summer. Then awake.  Doubt the morning, if the sun will rise. Doubt the night, if the leaves will fall while you sleep. Doubt is my cradle. It holds me like the roots I cannot grow.