you
were once my muse
I wrote love poems
collecting them in journals
your brown eyes enchanted
me to words across pages
in time your magic faded and
I have found new daydreams
still once a blue moon
my mind drifts back to you
I wrote love poems
collecting them in journals
your brown eyes enchanted
me to words across pages
in time your magic faded and
I have found new daydreams
still once a blue moon
my mind drifts back to you
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #143: Muses Cues
A very strong, palpable sadness here, personified by that blue of the once in the blue moon, as well as the meaning....v well done...
ReplyDeleteOnce loved, never forgotten.
ReplyDeleteAwwww.... Poignant....
ReplyDeleteTake care,
David [ben Alexander]
http://skepticskaddish.com/
brown eyes...blue moon
ReplyDeleteLOVE something about that combo.
Indeed sometimes the muses fade
ReplyDeleteYou can't quite shake your first muse...
ReplyDeleteSome muses linger as ghosts, long after their spells dissipate.
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