Muse Leads only once

12 December, 2008

Words that flow incomprehensibly
Fall as tear drops on paper
Seem to arrange themselves right
Ready to be placed in proper sight

Does my muse wake me at day or dreams?
In the closeness of rush hour
My breathe exhales with yours
Waiting for the exit stop to arrive

Crescendo touched and halts at stoop
As lovers part, a magnum opus emerges
Sadness fills the writer’s own,
For now he does not understand
His spirit, language of emotion said
Never to return where his muse had led

2 Scribbles:

Prude said...

So true...

Never to return where his muse led.
You can't ever like in the same way again...but then dats cause with each turn you change and your writing changes and u can never go back.

Tsu said...

@Prude: and once that emotion is out you forget how it felt, cause the result makes u feel differently about it!

Raise your Shoulders and Fall back on your Knees, Piss through a Dime For the Whole World Sees