Poetry

The Muse

Silhouette images enter my dreams

and tell me tales of when we could fly.

Circles in motion become the gears

which spin my psyche to another time.

Sounds appear in sudden flashes

shapes dance upon my mind.

They reel my soul through rites of passage

and weave a dream that cries to render.

Stealing my sanity and opposing my will

they defy all gravity and leave me ill.

Inspire my works but shatter my mind

become the catalyst which stamps out time.

Electrified bolts which surge through my veins

leaving as fast as once they came.

They bequeath to me a shining treasure

but take from me in equal measure.

Fostering the growth of a tender spirit

they watch me evolve and judge my merit.

Ever so slowly they toss out a chance

to bring them upon the silent eyes.

"The Muse" ©1989 published in "Dreams and Visions" a metaphorical journey of poetry and prose by Anita Dallar.
ISBN 978-0-9845811-0-8 Published by Diversified ART™ 2008
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