She Was My Muse

She was a muse,

And I was a writer.


Across oceans and mountains,

I traveled to find her.


She danced through the air,

Floating on mist,


Warming my heart,

With a butterfly kiss.


Every word that was spoken,

Felt like that of a song,


Voice of an Angel,

Could never go wrong.


Yes, she was my muse.

And I was a writer,


With a gasoline soul,

And she the lighter.


Explosive love

Sparks at a touch,


Electricity through bones,

Gave such a rush.


Yes she was my muse,

And I was her writer,


Nothing to lose,

Just filled with desire,


There she stayed,

For oh so long,


Not a word written,

Before she was gone.


  • Goldfinch60

    Calliope is within us all who write poetry.


  • Poetic Dan

    I wish I had more time to share my thoughts, but like many say (not easy to believe) you're a inspirational star!

    Keep up the write my friend!
    Always appreciated

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful flow, good write

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