LOVE TO MY MUSE
I do not have a name for you.
I cannot yet see a face,
But the fruits of your presence
Continue to surprise me.
I need to give time to create
Time to sit and play.
I need to believe in you,
To have faith in you.
Outside pressures lure me away,
The ‘shoulds’ in my life drag me
Towards fulfilling a need.
Yet you patiently await my return
You shower me with gifts,
And lead me onwards
With energy and life.
posted by Anonymous @ 8:58 PM
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The Muse never really deserts us. The flickering of her flame of life may wane from time to time but she is always there.
How lucky we are to have such understanding muses who love and support us so unconditionally.
Your words echo what we all feel from time to time.
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