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

  1. Skye says:

    Truly lovely, Sis. 🙂

  2. Beautiful poem Helen, well done.

  3. Solothefirst says:

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

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