Another

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 again 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.

You have a talent my friend

TY sir.

Concur with Livn...just want to know if you made mad passionate love when she awoke...and what it set you back?! lol

Actually my muse, my everything has long since past.
Her flowing silken chestnut hair is but a dream. Her kind eyes and soft lips are but a memory. Many chase a dragon. However mine is of another kind.
I chase a dream. A hope. And yet I am reminded every day how far short of my goal I am.
I look for her like. I will pay any price. And yet she has eluded me.
My mind attempts to comfort me, to offer solace but I am not amused. I yet have breath and yearn, nay, lust for her.

they are both beautiful!