Muse

sparkled

blue shadowed sapphires

I held these gems for what centuries occurred

as rippled waters they swirled majestic

I preferred drowning to stuttering

quill the remaining breathless ink

dear honored hourglass

pray your sand loses the way to the bottom

while crowned in current golden wheat

roots of oily night

safetly assumed the stars that creep

aloof while in flight

quill the remaining breathless ink

edged in warm shadow

those lips

presumed petals

O'

this treasure found

posed gallantly in azure cottons

soft to touch

angel-like

Reviews

[ScaryTrees]

i like this very much
beautiful imagery and nice scheme
well done

[Legion]

Love the imagery in this. Well penned (or typed as the case may be). Kudos.

[xNote_to_selfx]

wow, very beautifully written :)

[VelvetRosetta]

I adore this piece...so beautifully written...it has a mystical and antique feel to it...breathtaking!