Awakenings
What is this stirring inside of me?
Soft butterfly wings dance against my soul
Warmth, the flood of emotion rushing in,
Far too loud to be ignored.
Had I forgotten?
Had indolence taken hold,
Erasing every vestige of memory
And yet, she laughs & reveals her charms to me again.
What shall I do?
I must act now, immediately
To keep the fires burning,
I dip my pen in ink and begin.
Why has she come now?
What impetuous brings the imp back to me
The nymph, the goddess, the creative force
Fluttering against my chest, reminding.
No matter, for how can I possibly ignore her?
I shall take her hand,
And dance like a child again.
In a place where dreams roam free.
How soft and gentle is this forgotten memory
Somewhere a perfect rose blossoms
In her honor,
Soft butterfly wings dance against my soul
Warmth, the flood of emotion rushing in,
Far too loud to be ignored.
Had I forgotten?
Had indolence taken hold,
Erasing every vestige of memory
And yet, she laughs & reveals her charms to me again.
What shall I do?
I must act now, immediately
To keep the fires burning,
I dip my pen in ink and begin.
Why has she come now?
What impetuous brings the imp back to me
The nymph, the goddess, the creative force
Fluttering against my chest, reminding.
No matter, for how can I possibly ignore her?
I shall take her hand,
And dance like a child again.
In a place where dreams roam free.
How soft and gentle is this forgotten memory
Somewhere a perfect rose blossoms
In her honor,
And I remember...
The day my muse came back to me.
1 comment:
No matter, for how can I possibly ignore her?
I shall take her hand,
And dance like a child again.
In a place where dreams roam free.
Very nice ...great images
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