Floating on a Muse
I was floating on a muse one day,
when I saw you float into my play.
A more beautiful sight, day or night,
has never before come my way.
Like a butterfly on a summer breeze,
I flitted in and out with ease.
Intoxicated by your scent.
Your taste was heaven sent.
Like a bottle in the ocean deep,
I floated to my appointment keep.
You found me on a distant shore,
and fell in love with my lore.
Like an eagle in the highest tree,
I saw you far below, wild and free.
I flew down to snatch you up,
when you're down I lift you up.
Like a painting by a master's brush,
my fire for you is quite a rush.
I cover your body with kissing strokes,
while the fine outline of your love uncloaks.
Like a tapestry of fine brocade,
I came to your trouble with open aid.
You sewed me into a loving cup.
From which each evening I fondly sup.
Like a stallion galloping on the plain,
I ride the wind and love the rain.
With you astride my big strong back,
you make up for all I lack.
And if my muse dries up one day,
we will still float upon the fray.
Your love will keep me whole,
until we face the final roll.
Copyright 2012 © Ronald W. Hull
8/10/12
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So many words that linger. Very nicely done.
& I love your art images
China Cups, Sugar Cubes & Sippin Tea
Vickie
and a refined sensibility - charming,
highly articulate, wise and witty
john
ps: late getting here, don't know how i missed this
earlier
Sandy
Until then, my friend...
Beautifully written!
Teresa Walker
Axilea
*Ron* thank you for this
heartlight sighting....
Lady Vivian
Filled with much love and sentiment for
this beautiful soul. Her Knight :)
Love and Light
Lily
Love ya!
Jane
budd
This is just so romantically beautiful, one of your very best poems.
I am saving this one to read again.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber