Poetry
Muse
Have you lost your way,
is it too dark my dear,
or are you chasing rainbows
on a cloudless day.
If only you would stay here
my words could take flight
not be stuck in a dream
that goes away with morning light.
Words won't rhyme or flow
when I wake to write them down;
I fear your chasing rainbows
like you've done before.
While I struggle to find you
to pull the words from my heart and soul
I want to finish this time;
but I need an inspiration
only you can give,
to make a sad story strong.
No weeping or sorrow
never knowing if It will be tomorrow.
Hoping my words last for children
of my heart, and their children;
To last long after I breathe the ocean air
or bask in the desert sun
To tell you a story I want you all to know
one that you helped write.
Without your pull not sure the end
because the words will never leave
my heart, and soul.
And take flight chasing our rainbow
on a cloudless day,
never finding the pot of gold
never reaching the end
never able to write the chapter,
you know the happy end
Till I find my muse in early morning
waking me to write and softly touching me,
I will wallow in words that don't seem right
please find me muse and hold me tight.