Muse

You are my musethe hidden sideI lost from viewthe only place I need to go,my angel’s tune.You are my lovethe light behind my eyesthe truth I triedso hard to find.You are my heartand every clichéin between.the warmth that shineson budding leavesthe only food I’ll ever need,my reason to be free.It’s dangerous to sing this loudwe have no understandingof the given feethe price we’ll pay.You are my musemy beautiful expensive giftthe universe has lent to mefor a season.

Poetry