Thinking of Pat and all the muse-attended writers here
This was written originally for a writer friend who had a very special relationship with her muse. MUSE Under branches reaching... for light of stars and solitary moons and wanderers across the sky... Always I am here-- another tale unfolding, a flower held in both our hands unbudding to an unexpected bloom... The light of all these skies shines-- between our eyes... Never fear-- I am here. Seek me seeking you-- in corners of your heart known but unexplored... in campfire shadows... In... Sign in to see full entry.