cryptomancer Posted August 31, 2008 Report Share Posted August 31, 2008 Once more I reach out to my muse, Opening the long closed door of trust, That her beauty is all and all besides is dust. I seek the burning solitude of ink, Melting again my mind to soak the forgotten pages That soft bed of pressed fiber, embracing my soul. I reach out once more to the joys of old, All I ever wished to write, muse of beauty my guide, My dawn, my day, my blessed night, all is her. I cannot forget, her inspiration awakes my all, I am nothing but poet to her, she is my very soul. None but the lost truly know, the wonder of a guide, None but the poets truly trust, the beauty by their side. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted September 2, 2008 Report Share Posted September 2, 2008 Very clear, yet so evocative, it almost demands illustration. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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