My Muse sleeps

My muse sleeps.
The wind blows and the mighty oak twists ever so slightly.
The moss between the aged roots feels a slight chill but there is no fear.
No panic. All is good.
A ray of sun filters through and she smiles in her sweet sleep.
There is a song that harmony brings.
This subtle voice reaches her ear.
Her bones are at peace. Her eyes begin to open, to awaken but her heart says no.
Her lips smile, her eyes close and she is warm.
Her open palm feels the soft moss and connects.
Distant smells of old bring her a smile.
Adrift once again she is happy.


Seeing her smile I no longer feel tired.
I see the scars I bare.
Tears lost in the rain.
You are safe for now.
Rest.

I just saw that I had put this in Nebraska sometime back. I'd remove it but Mt Olympus frowns on that.

Very nice Marcus...my muse is on tour, New Mexico I think. She knows who she is

Lol gladiator baby how I miss you doll . Can't wait to see u !

*dry humps your face* That should hold u over until I get back lol

Very nice sir..