Muse

For Vin.

She is the moonlight to me

The very light she calls her muse

The object she plucks from the sky

And onto the page

Without ever knowing that in doing so

She has become my moonlight

She doesn’t see how I have watched her

From all these miles and countries afar

With my heart wanting nothing more

Than to see her own heart soar

Her words are always welcome

And in uttering them she is clueless

As to how they wrap around my soul

My being and my essence

I meet her in my dreams

Her sweet spirit carried across oceans

Just to inspire me in slumber

A wisp of smoke in every color of the Holi

Each hue slipping through my fingers

Before I wake and send her

To the page of my latest poem

Oh, my darling muse

My beautiful Bella

She has no idea.

Author's Note

Originally supposed to be a collaboration with barricade, but he insisted I post this as a solo work.

Reviews

[Neon]

Nice poem... You told what you wanted to through this poem. Well penned.

[barricade]

This poem shines light on the fact as to just why you're my absolute favorite ever and the cutest as well ;) lol
The way you have penned this is beautifully flawless...more so because of the story behind it...stepping into ones shoes is a herculean task and you my dear have stepped into the soul and sung along the heart...yet makin it seem so effortless...
its perfect...leaves me speechless...