My Muse!

Steve Unruh

I breathe a breath that few men ever know!

My muse will blow her breath into my face,

So sweet the wind I breathe, that when she blows

I close my eyes; she draws me from my place.

 

The honeysuckle vines that sweet the air –

When roses or when lilies flood the sense –

Their odor of delight is not more fair

Than when my breath of muse would draw me hence.

 

So I delight that I may know her frame -

Convinced beyond all doubt that she is mine!

Though she would lisp and stutter through my name,

I, sitting at her table, sweetly dine.

 

Inspired I stand, and from my hills of mead

Sweet odors waft, and from it, arts proceed.

  • Author: Steve Unruh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2020 18:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    May your Muse always be with you and give you such good words as these.

    Andy



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