Pic of the day

Pic of the day
Somehow, she's always the one up here.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

An ode to a-muse.

Come visit me;
stay a while.
Come dance with me;
make me smile.
Hold my hand
and help me write.
It'll be grand:
all happy and bright.
Or perhaps
we'll find some beauty
in the gaps
of smiles and gaiety.
The depth and weight
of darkness, deep;
the surreal state
of unknown sleep.
Come, let's talk;
drink a while.
We'll take a walk,
maybe a mile.
Grasp my hand
and guide my style.
Each grain of sand
makes the pile.
Of things, we'll write,
both dark and light;
of knots tied tight;
of left and right.
Come be with me
and you will see,
I cannot be.