The Muse
How do your find words... when words refuse to come,
How do you express the Inexpressible...
The fears, the doubts, the silence that you fear to voice least it take on physical form and swallow you up?
How do you form the picture into words,
Shape them, sculpt them and breathe life into the very being of them,
When you know in your most awesome moment of creative grandeur,
They will still not be enough?
You take moments and you freeze them,
You take the seconds and you paint them across your minds eye,
You release them to your heart's sky
and watch them fly away...
And in the darkness, and stillness of the early, haunting hours
You bring them forth in words, in brush strokes, in pencil scratches on the thick paper of your life,
And you love them into being.
I long to craft the image of you,
If only for the sole purpose to hold some of you close to me - forever.
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