open ~ muse i close my eyes above me you hover breath upon my face soft and fragrant not a mere mortal; you are the muse my music my art the filter through which my compassion comes and love ah love and all i need do is open my soul and write you The Daily Post – Open Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Lovely thought. If she were queen she might be “Erato, The Elusive,” but such a delight when she chooses to visit.
Lovely thought. If she were queen she might be “Erato, The Elusive,” but such a delight when she chooses to visit.
Indeed it is. 🙂