Sunday, April 12, 2009

Muse

You come to life with every crafted stroke,

gently holding my dreams of blue sunlight

carefully hidden behind wordy clouds.

Like a mirror I would gaze into me,
everytime I look into those brown eyes

that gaze lazily back beckoning you.

Then our two worlds collide both yours and mine,

fissuring between real life and fiction,

consuming me in your gentle poetry,

as I breathe into you my life through prose.