Poetic Whispers
In the dark night
I feel things that
Are unseen
Quiet at first
They come to me
Then louder and louder
Speaking to me
My muses come
Sing to me
They know they are
Born happy and free
I feel their
Gentle whispers
In my ear
Poetic awakenings
Seeing things clearly
They wake me up
From this dreary existence
Where all seems the same
They bring me to life
Where I can breathe again