Poetic Inspiration Adrift

Lost love = silent muse.

For J.A.I., the love of my life.


It was your enchanting love,
my soul's climactic kiss
that sent my passions skyward
and I now deeply miss.

Two hearts my inspiration,
the flame a sultry blaze.
Sweet melodies flowed through me,
presumably a phase.

You were my motivation,
the love song of my heart.
Joy and artful vision - gone! -
now that we are apart.

I find myself in limbo.
No syntax finds my pen.
Vacancy has filled my heart,
my lips void of a grin.

Your eyes are looking onward.
My future's looking down.
In this writing world of mine
I feel as if I'll drown.

I search and I discover
a hereafter sans you
Creative spark, fizzled out,
I bid my work adieu.