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by Stuart Leopold

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Muse Lost-Muse Found

Oh muse,you vaporous wisp of inspiration.
A thought that comes and goes blithely as a breeze.
When there before me,within my heart,my words flow freely, simply.
Joyously,as a child at play I gleefully place my thoughts upon the paper.
My pen, an extension of my soul, it's ink, my life-blood, my reality.
Days are golden treasures to be placed upon the mantle within my mind,
To be enjoyed for days to come as my muse is ever-present as my inspiration.
Seasons grand days and nights are magnified,for my muse is the wellspring-
From which comes my omnifience, my visions, my joy.
Each breeze that wafts gently at my back, or upon my face-
Is warmed by the knowledge that my muse is there for me to behold, to hold to me-
As I would a precious gift.

Oh grand are the thoughts sprung from the presence of my muse in my soul.
Speaking gaily of promise, of tomorrow, of possibilities endless as the stars.
Of love as deeply felt as no other. Of trust, a golden bond unbreakable-
For trust is the foundation from which all structures are built and shall last.

So muse be there within my heart, my sight, my breath, my soul.
And from your presence shall come all of the tomorrows of which I write.
From your presence shall come the truth that I know I speak only when our breaths are one.

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