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

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky