My Silent Muse
She was abused
my silent muse
There was no use it seemed
She had lost her love
and her heart beat heavily
My bittersweet verse
told only half the truth
There was no consoling
My pen had stopped
and the ink ran dry
as she whispered no more
She was my silent muse
how could I show her my love?
It seems that I was done
It can’t be so, I have a vision!
The ink has spilled and I see it
the words run onto the page
Our love is too strong
I will hold her in my arms again
and heal her wounded soul
©Dale CJ Clark
Love & Light,
Joseph
Such a touching write...my friend!!
Time for the little "MICE" to visit again!!
Love Tinky
the mouth to mouth was good;-)