To The Muse

Sometimes, just sometimes

strain, strain hard against your skin

thrust your head into the air

breathe in the evening breeze

the night light sprawling the sky

the fragrance of the grass, the weeds, the trees

and inhale the song of the murmuring leaves

sometimes just sometimes when the morning dew

falls against your skin your tall shoulders

your long hair allow me to caress your arms

as you stand against the brightness of the stars

beloved, oblivious of the tears that swell your eyes

I would like to show you hope and prayers and warmth

of a life well lived and of a care given carefree

sit then, the large sky looming against your back

and smile, drawing all the brightness of your soul

as the slow Sun winds his way up the earth.

PS: Love and sunshine


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