To My Muse

To my muse
in all her guises:
 
my raiment –
cloaked in nature
naked in passion
silent in mystery
bubbling in spirit
 
my wellspring –
dark in gestation
bright in revelation
spitting in anger
cooing in love
 
my instrument –
shuddering in despair
stretched in hope
whimpering in sadness
resounding in joy
 
my visage –
bashful in some ways
boastful in others
whispering in the night
singing in the day
 
my companion –
often away
but never far
never gone
forever
 

Wayne Visser © 2011

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