Revive

for my muse

Watching the sunset

Remembering old thoughts

and promises

I care about

Hair is turning gray

Legs are getting weak

Eyes are not feeling good

with the darkening of sky

Visiting an old place

Words are still there

Like what are inside me

Crying for help

The voice is getting louder

I know I will write again

Trying to build the dream story

Of my love that never fades.

Author's Note

I need to write again before I forget how to do it.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Believe me you will never forget how to write for it is in yiur blood. This poem is a perfect example.

[Dhaye]

I want to believe that. Thank you so much for the insight, sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the love of the muse is strong...the attraction compelling...
she often will take a hiatus...but if we are patient, she comes back full force...and this poem is a good
start to that.
j.

[Dhaye]

Somebody said to me that writing feeds the soul and I feel the same.
Thank you for sharing your take on this, sir.