what of the muse?

What of love
and what of the muse?
Might the muse be a woman
demure
and dangerous
whose soul is the uncharted depths
and heights
of sea and sky – beckoning
with the siren song – irresistible to the adventurer of life and love?
Might the sage
love the Ten Thousand Things
and speak the Language Of The World
communing with The Way
and need
no one?
Might the sun and stars and soil and strangers
be the seduction…
the stuff
of a poet’s dreams?

2 comments
  1. I wrote it. I’ll always give an author credit. If no credit is given… it’s my work. Thanks for the compliment, Abby 🙂

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