POEM! I am the Muse



















Photo Credit: April Lindfors

I am the Muse

I am absent when she is striving
yet  I ever arrive for her highest purpose
for she is one who invites my guidance
that same who stirred my lustrous surface.

I am her fancy, her phantom companion
though others still seek my introspection
We both in the course of sacred quests
changed my sojourn to assume completion

I am the black where she's deficient
I pull her from her lachrymose
amusing her with  scribbler's magic
I am her ruminating ghost

I am the lover's kiss of dreams
I'm coincidence and motive's friend
I am her muse, her magic courtier
Divining the start, the median, the end





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