Viola

Viola... a place where only I can go
and only by a ship of the same name...
Viola... is the guiding wind I sail
alive in the spinnaker that she is...
adrift under the stars spelling out her name
gentle rocking lullabies keeping me sane
white sandy beaches tranquil and blue
waters of Viola... warm safe and true
kindled then sparked she is the flame
the light she gives off equals her name
Viola... my muse in the black of the night
the color of hues and the power of flight
earth wind and fire her elements the same

Author's Note

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

you and your muse sail gently on a visionary journey across the seas where the bright stars guide you....she is your transport, your ocean and your devotee....the magical place is only for you guided by your beautiful muse who is the epitome of all the elements, earth wind and fire....I like your rhyming words...smooth, delicate, balmy.....
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This reminds me of the end of Shakespeare in Love...as he is writing his new play "Twelfth Night"...and Viola is his main character...she survives the shipwreck and ends up on the beach walking...

a new dawn, a new day, a new life...
freed....to be William's muse as she always was.
nicely done.
j.

[lightsong]

Before reaching your word "muse" what I was going to tell You that this feels to me as your muses' spirit. Warm, safe, home, gentle and loving all she is. This is really lovely, sweet and wonderful. The personal touch is there with no doubt.