The Muse
The Muse
Cold hands touch my thoughts
Awakened is a brand new day
Suspended dewdrops meet my eyes,
Gravity does not come my way
I’m soaring, do you realize?
I’m painting in the sky,
Translucent colors, vertical horizons,
It’s more than meets the eye
My day is filled with beauty,
One that only I can see
My zenith is only as real
As the muse that works for me