MY MUSE

MY MUSE

I sketched you once,
 while you were deep in thought,
I drew the planes of your face,
and the firm set of your jaw.

I drew the mourning in your eyes,
and the tense set in your posture,
I splayed you upon my paper,
and was surprised by what I saw.

I saw the evening fall,
I watched the sun plunge,
I watched the rain pour,
but of you I saw none.

Knelt upon the grass was an angel,
but wings hid its face from view,
On top of its head was a halo that sat askew,
 I looked back up to you and saw that you had disappeared.

I looked back to my sketch-- there you were kneeling,
your face turned up towards the heavens,
your wings were outstretched and from your lips tore a cry,
I traced the lines of your beautiful form as a tear slipped from my eye,
There you are-- my muse.. 

Reviews

[Mark]

Niyia... i just clicked on your account from writers on line... and found this... beautiful... and only one review? so i felt compelled to add mine..

i love this poem but if i have to pick why i would say third stanza... and last

when I've more time, i will revisit your other writes..

thank you for sharing your poetry

[Ink Seductress]

The pleasure was mine. I'm glad to of had indulged you and glad you liked it )

[Justin]

that was really great, it keeps a great story :)

[John Byrd]

This is really beautiful. One of the best poems I have read on here. Definitely one of my favorites. Thank you for blessing me with this read :)

[Jeremiah Cook]

I enjoyed the whimsical aspect of this piece.