from the museA Poem by recantichize
i was the muse,
his muse. i inspired the songs, the words were to me. but what indeed did i impress? did i bring him love? sweet words to fill a wanting heart and pour from tender lips? did i awaken the ardor that had then yet been unactualized hopes and the desire of dreams? did i give him the hope to reach beyond the world's end, and deeper yet, the souls depths, with my gifts? or did i conjure the tears that stained the pages on which he wrote our words and lives? was i the one that smashed the heart vessel from which now drain the ifs and could-have-beens? did i light the spark which when left burning unattended scorched the once fertile soulscape, leaving but the smoke of once. i was that muse, his muse. © 2012 recantichizeAuthor's Note
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