A Muse, gone? Or away, again Alone, along with her songs.
Sad, yet hopeful tunes Passions withered, lost Darkened, clouded moon.
Heart lost within Weary, wrought, all too still Passions buried, strength of will.
A Muse, all that she Has been and seen and known Away, alone.
I am the Muse Away, again, alone with her silenced songs Waiting...
Waiting to warble (if even one note) Waiting for her to hear and know
That we may sing again...
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*Note: Missing all of you, here...strange times and sending my Thanks and Love to you, trying to write, thus, the above, a work in progress, but I thank You, here for making that happen...as you did, indeed, make something happen...
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though silenced also
hears the ricochet
of your warbling echo
bounce off the moon
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Peg