Muse

My past enters,

My heart pounds.

Your voice whispers,

"Write this down."

Laughter trickles

Like a brook.

"Go and write this

In your book."

Dreams come quiet

And full of light.

"Wake up love,

It's time to write."

Nightmares claw and

Haunt but then

I wake, I sob,

I grab my pen.

You speak bright words,

My mind you kiss.

You, dear muse,

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