- Non-Erotic Poetry
- song of the muse
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Click hereShe sings to me in the moonlit night,
From every branch and moon bathed blade of grass,
I hear Her voice on the very air.
It resounds in the night, echoing into the heavens.
Her voice calls to me from the hollow and the hillside,
From the clouds and the dew laden soil.
I am engulfed in Her love,
Her beauty,
Her vast truth.
I join the song and feel in me the rhythm,
The sway of the trees in the breeze is as her sway to the song,
It is her dance that gives life to the world,
Her song that moves us to greatness,
For She is the muse,
She is inspiration,
She is in us,
About us,
And to hear the song is to know life,
But to sing it is to live.
- COMMENTS
Rybkaover 20 years agoYour final lines are something everyone who writes poetry knows to be true. You have written a killer of a finish!
