Please enjoy this beautiful dreamy song by Runrig while you read the poem
The Muse Dreams
For RAG Randt
The muse dreamed of war until tears ran down my face.
She whispered some secrets in my ear
that made me wake and wonder.
The muse is but a messenger, for all the words are written.
She comes to paint my eyes with hidden pictures
where I linger languidly in deepest sleep.
I love and need her and sometimes I do fear her,
as she defines the very fabric of who I am,
and without a warning she could leave me.
The muse dreamed of love and love poured from my pen.
She carried me higher than I have ever been
and I kissed her on her lips with fresh-born poems.
The muse rolled me over and she told me “I’ll return”
but only when I feel like coming back. “
“Just leave your door unlatched and learn to trust me.”
I am in awe of where she goes, when suddenly she’s gone,
then I am left a mortal shell where magic hides its face
and weightless nights and days turn into lead balloons.
April 5, 2011
Linc Renacer Misty Shores SL
*please see my comment below