Silent MuseA Poem by Tara♥Undefined♥Left alone, she sits and cries, her blood-red eyes, from fear she flies.
Sits and cries but not much more, on the floor, and she is sore.
She ran all night and slept all day, she sings a tune of "Come what may" but no one is around to say.
"I will love you until my dieing day." She sings again, she needs a friend, but will that come before the end.
She sings the sweet tune to the world, never thought, she never sought, she just loved, but for what?
She lies in a meadow, a meadow of dew, sweet yellow and purple hews, she has no muse.
Darkness comes, in her flowery bed, she rests her head, the morn' she dreads.
Sunlight comes, rain is little, and just a little, she plays her fiddle.
Plays and sings, she wants the rain, to come again, and be her friend.
She calls it on and slowly stops, the sweetest tune, the clock strikes noon, it should come soon.
The April sun still shining bright, but no delight, will come tonight.
No storms aroused, her muse not there, without a care, hides behind her hair.
Cries and cries, but then rain comes, her face still numb, wipes a tear with her thumb.
Her muse returns, she smiles wide, the tears she cries, are from happy eyes.
She lays down again, under her friend, her heart shall mend, no longer bend.
She shall sleep, her muse shall go, but tomorrow, her muse will return to the flowering meadow. © 2010 Tara♥Undefined♥Author's Note
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Added on May 2, 2010Last Updated on May 2, 2010 AuthorTara♥Undefined♥canton, OHAboutI am Savannah! Heello!!!^^ I love writing(obviously) I love to sing and dance and stuff. I like the rainy days better than sunny ones and Im crazy too. Well, Idk wat else to tell you.. more..Writing
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