Muse

I haven't written much of late 

My muse has had to isolate

Her whispered wisdom absent from my ears

It hurts each time I strain to think 

Her beaming smile and sultry wink

The words she'd use to softly dry my tears

Why leave me during such dark times 

The flowing verse and snappy rhymes 

She gifted me now Nestle in the past

My empty rhythm's lacking soul 

Leaving a gaping unfilled hole

One filled by only spells that she could cast

So if indeed she has moved on

The gift removed the magic gone

My gratitude will never truly end

I'll sit in silence every night 

Tune in with all my mustered might

To any message she may choose to send