The Windows of My Soul: Dancing with the Muse (#287)

Dancing with the Muse (#287)
© Brenda
May 27, 1992 4:40 am

My pen flies over the paper
Responding to an inner light
Faster than my mind can think
Inspiration in the night.

Words of love or darkest fear
Of endless truth or silent rage
A poem that may shake the soul
A wondrous poem fills the page.

My heart soars high, my spirits bright
And much to my pure delight
I find myself in silver light
Dancing with the muse.

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