THE MUSE
In darkness she comes
Creeping in your dreams
softly she whispers
her face a blur...
The sun rises
she is gone...
You awake driven
uncertain why ...
You grab your pen
the words flow...
And from her visit
the world is blessed
You seek her out
The one who haunts you
Always she eludes ...
yet she servers you well.
She is your muse
The source of encouragement
Moving you forward
Keeping you searching.
In darkness she comes
Creeping in your dreams
softly she whispers
her face a blur...
The sun rises
she is gone...
You awake driven
uncertain why ...
You grab your pen
the words flow...
And from her visit
the world is blessed
You seek her out
The one who haunts you
Always she eludes ...
yet she servers you well.
She is your muse
The source of encouragement
Moving you forward
Keeping you searching.