I have no particular muse now
Except thought
Like a spider web, philosophies
Are gently caught
No separate intelligence seems to shine
Or hover above
And yet such words caress my mind
With a sort of love
On other days I would commune
With gods or men
To find the key to passion’s door
The how, why, when
But now from life and all its mystery
Do I draw
And play with phrases, such good friends
Want for no more.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

Brilliantly articulated!!! Bravo! 🙂
Thank you so much!! 🙂
Well written! I enjoyed this very much 🙂
Thank you so much, very kind of you! 🙂
You really love the language. Once again it resonates here in emerging clarity. Beautifully put. Well done Helen.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂