My Muse Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

They come in silk moonlight
Rising in the high notes
Lingering in corridors of poetry
Sighing in sweet chords
Tribes of ancient color
Spanish silver
Flamingo guitars
Lioness awakens my dry heart

Crinoline forest of mystic joy
Spanish moon shines like a spell
She has come from the sea
She brings me the hurt
She brings me compassion
Love is all the falsely accused
Be a man who cares she says
Her vision surrounds me

Her bracelets of Ulysses
Flowers of Ithaca
Tendrils grow in red gold
Feel the fingers of myth
Centuries in her soft touch
Rings filled with fate
The music burns dusky candles
Castles in the crying wind

See the broken man
Feel the wounded
Her breasts are filled with tears
She tells me of the poor
I am the narrow man of gold
I seek her eyes of beauty
She says grow like the forest
Let your heart see justice, mercy

Dancing by windows
Revel like new flowing love
She moves in shadows of time
Wrapped in gossamer stars
Hear the sweet piano
Feel the beat of fire
Cymbals shimmer with life
She reads a poem of Pablo Neruda

My muse wet like the sea