My Muse She Died Today Poem by Valerie Dohren
My Muse She Died Today
Her ashen face upon the pillow lay
As then the light upon her hair did play
With sadness borne, my Muse, she died today
Her words did flicker with the dying light
O sorrow, sorrow, now shall be my plight
To ever seek her in the blackest night
No more to hear her whisper words of love
Nor inspiration sent from heav`n above
My empty mind and heart no more to move
O Muse, my Muse, in darkness now I `bide
My soul consumed forever by the tide
And how I long with thee to e`er reside
Where now to find the magic I once knew
When to my heart and soul she was so true
O gone forever her encircling hue
O Muse, my Muse, I beg for your return
That in my thoughts you yet again shall burn
O Muse, my Muse, for you I`ll ever yearn
Sudden endings breed new beginnings. May your muse one day return to you, Lady Dohren.
It will return to life I`m sure Val, bet it is already winging its way to you.a lovely poem,
Oh no, Your Muse is very much alive and this wonderful poem itself is the testimony! !
Don't worry, be happy-she'll be back. She always comes back it seems.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 12:36:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I can see your heart through your poems! May you be happy again!