Muse Music

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Du Lac
Du Lac
15 Followers

Muse Music
I smile to myself as slowly you become
Listening to the muse
You glow and you shun
The past and the future for us there is none

Fly high dear friend
Live with glory
Understand the gifts
Content moments writing your story

Tears travel slowly mixing with the dew
Forever a solitary walk
Comfort alone in memories for few who knew..
Fate of a muse

The dance of the sacred
A muse who enchants
Young men to question
Whispers of their souls chants

Her fate she embraces like a warm summer breeze
Loneliness banished with a waltz of a bee
Poets, carpenters, lovers and dreamers
They come to her lost and forlorn

Her laughter is rapture
Challenging to open rusted hearts
Dusty minds that rarely were used
Marriage of the two left many confused..

Be on your way, skipping across lava
Gently she whispers forever tomorrow
Learn and be happy for one day you will say…
Mountains or Oceans hold neither at bay.

A word so kind
Confession of truth
Departing fears
Edifying muses.

A hint
A guess
Thinking deep
Time unfolds

Expectations dashed
Life a wonder
Only a moment,
Now to be lived.

I did not know
Pleasure so bold
Appreciation shows
Honesty richly told.

Joys of life
Thankful today
Rich and rife
Spirits play!

Swirling snow waltzing around us
Creeping dark flees towards the light
Endless hope infinitely blooms
Dawn forever dances on the horizon.

Thankful the muse
Grateful to know
No longer unique
Alone no more to go.

The muse is tired
She hears the call
Captured by laughter
Her men of life’s ball!

DLT July 2004

Du Lac
Du Lac
15 Followers
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