"Misplaced Muse"

"Misplaced Muse"

 

There is a delicate balance

Between what we wish to be

And what is destined to occur

 

She was the perfect inspiration

My Godess of Eternal Light

Whose euphoric ethusiasm

Fell upon me like virgin snow

 

As the gentle days fell into nights

A dark harbinger tore at my heart

Leaving my esoteric emotions

Strown like disregarded toys

 

And my sweet muse suffered

Not knowing how to correct my misgivings

Only seeing her once cherished friend

Suffer the silent misery of yesterday

 

In time after the winter's ice thaw

The exquisite possibilities of tomorrow

Healed a once shattered heart

Becoming once more

My unjaded and jovial self

 

But my beautiful muse had sailed

To a land of long sought understanding

Far from those who stain her beauty

With the macabre essence of egocentricity

 

Upon occasion  I wishsper her name

Allowing myself the guilty pleasure

Of remembering the sheer appreciation

And unbridled friendship we shared

 

My words are now my penance

And end result to my foolish pride

 

Relying upon her distant memory

I once again cling to her "pretty wings"

And long for the soulful sonnets

That  fell from her beatiful repose

 

 

Kenny L. Mitchell

September 11, 2009

 

 

 

 

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True Kenny style; Brilliant.. Lost love, it's an awfully heavy load to contain..You wrote about this just magnificently...