Muses Beyond Measure

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It is the Muses
Who have caused me
To love you beyond trials
In rituals so young and ancient

I am honoured to feel your craft
Of womanhood and friendship
I take my lyre to the boat
To the edge of the docks

And speak to the ocean
Of the tortoise shell of old
It is the Muses
Who weep in me, speaking instrument

I have become heavenly like music
I have no complaint since
Prosperity reaches us
Each in our specific ways

I may die of with delusions
But I won’t ever truly die
Since beauty of spirit offers
Stars with a signature more lovely

It is the Muses
Who are roundest with silver
In the blooms of Earth
Who have caused me
To be awed by her perennial splendor.

Photography Credits: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Star-trails-7-375889814

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