As a poet, musician and artist… this one has special meaning for me.
Love’s Labour Lost
My muse speaks
So I must obey her
She mentions things 2 me
and they come
She whispers
and I am moved
beyond her words
She smiles and I weep
in her beauty
I give myself 2 her
and she delivers me
2 creativity
like a mother
delivers a baby
© 2009
photo credit to Artwerk
So lost without Her…
nice. this was really good.
makes me want to say, “all hail the almighty muse!”
seriously. where would the world be without them??
😉