Goodbye, my Muse.

Letting go.

A muse is hard to come by,
A muse is never free;
My muse was one in a million
Since he inspired me.

I don't know how it happened,
Or on which day it did start,
But my muse came out of hiding
And his magic touched my heart.

He did this with calm silence
As he sat across the room;
He listened to my stories
And he helped to ease my gloom.

My muse was quite enticing
My respect for him immense,
I could never wait to see him
A sweet longing grew intense.

But my muse was not for keeping;
He and I could never be.
And I knew I had to tell him
That I'd have to be set free.

I had to go and see him
If only for one final word,
I couldn't seem to walk away
without my soul being heard.

I expressed to him my attraction
And I awaited his reply;
He didn't have to speak at all
And I did not have to ask him why.

A muse is hard to come by,
A muse is never free;
My muse was some delusion
That I created just for me.



Goodbye my Muse...