Friday, July 8, 2011

Mother Muse.

White curved mother,
Bend low to play the harp of your son
Pluck the heartstrings of my world
Sing my song so I can grow strong again
And touch the colors of my feathers once more
To bloom back into the quiet grace
Of a rain-stricken evening
Move me, let us dance
Before your memory fades again
Back into the mists of my clouded imagination
Let me step back
To trace your outline
One more time
Before you’re lost in the scribbles of the pen
Before your lines become my shadow
Before the light touches us,
Permit me to breathe,
Inhaling the canvas of your presence
In this infinite moment of forever…

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