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

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bonnebartron 5 years ago from never one place for too long

Gravity IS such a bummer..


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gis_r07 5 years ago from Boston, MA Author

Agreed!


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LVidoni5 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon

Awesome poem. I love the perspective!


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gis_r07 5 years ago from Boston, MA Author

Thank you LVidoni5. I enjoy your amazing poetry as well.

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