Muse

Posted on June 11, 2014 by Helen

Your beautiful face
Etched upon my memory
Of pity, no trace

Deeper muse to me
Arising from your dark eyes
Beguiled fantasy

There is no surprise
The wellspring in this place
What depths comprise

Your beautiful face
Repeating in the heart of me
This most sacred space

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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11 Responses to Muse

  2. Skye says:
    June 11, 2014 at 9:14 pm

    Truly lovely, Sis. 🙂

    Reply
  3. summerstommy2 says:
    June 11, 2014 at 10:41 pm

    Beautiful poem Helen, well done.

    Reply
  4. Solothefirst says:
    June 12, 2014 at 12:14 am

    Sounds familiar… Muses… Have their own minds don’t they

    Reply

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