Scribblings 45 – Muse

My Muse

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Who is your muse, they ask
I don’t know what to say except
Never ask a magician their secret and
Never ask a poet their muse

Oh my muse, you’re the Moon
You’re the plane in the clouds
You’re the free spirited bird
You are my rainbow colors, violet, yellow, red

You are the sunset
You are the sunrise
You are the drink in my hand
That makes me feel nice nice

You are my darkest moment
You are my brightest light
You are my imagination
You are my only reality

You are my peak
You are my trough
You are my bubble
You are the waves of my ocean

You are an idea
In every beat of my heart
You are the soul
In every breath I take

 

 

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