IN LOVE WITH A MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm   

 

I wait for her each morning

in the backside of the night

in the final hours of darkness

just before, the dawn’s first light

 

I long for her arrival

so in darkness I can see

and I listen like a lover

to her whispered words for me

 

she comes and she surrounds me

and the thrill, it still astounds me

 

she softly sighs and tells me

things I need to hear

she wraps herself around me

and gently holds me near

 

and in those tender moments

the ecstasy is real

and I write so I’ll remember

the way she makes me feel

 

I wait for her each morning

in the backside of the night

with a lover’s lust that’s burning

just before, the dawn’s first light

 

and though she’ll never, belong to me

you know each day, I long to be

alone again,

with my, Calliope

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