https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/Ramblings of my muse.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/388279Tell me why the whippoorwill leaves me to the autumn chill; does she know, before too long, I'll miss that evening song? Tell me why the owl asks who; does he speak to me or you on muffled wings in noiseless flight, as silent as my night? Tell why the butterfly must first dream dreams in silk...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/388172The wind has died with evening’s tide, come now, lay down by my side, hold my hand till morning’s glow, tell me the things you know. Looking back at the slack, reminded of the ones we lack, all the ones whom we loved most, now become ghosts. It’s a simple thing, this painful sting with all the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/387844Once caught by surprise when I looked into your eyes and found that sorrow had made a home for itself there; and I do not deny it broke my heart to see you cry and hear all their unkind words that left your heart bare. Then I sat beneath the setting sun, underneath those golden hued skies, I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/387048Extant glow in a sextant's sight of fleeting beams of celestial light, born of star perhaps long since dead, still burns bright trails deep within my head; I plot lines of position to obtain a fix before vapors from water and atmosphere mix upon this expanse where I linger and roam, searching for...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/386631Upon this hill life is etched in footpaths worn by trickling streams of relentless time, flowing down through all the years where treading feet of men long gone have cut a furrow deep, where nothing is so cold as stone. Upon this crest only the wind wails with constant chill, strokes and strews...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/386263sultry dreams on this slow train will take me where they need to go, on familiar routes on different days where scenery changes yet stays the same, past black men perched on a split-rail fence like cawing crows upon the shoulders of the yawning road, past a dark-haired girl, her face eclipsed by...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/385904One last thing I will do for you to spare you sorrow and the pain One last thing I will do for you so all that is was not in vain One last truth I will say to you eternal as the seas and skies One last truth I will give to you love knows no bounds and never dies.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ticklechains_muse/385851My muse speaks from the harper's loom, or as the voice of empty room, in shadows in the deep of night, in dying stars at morning's light, in footfalls of a child's lithe dance, in arrows shot from a woman's glance, in glowing rays of summer sun, in moonbeam spears when day is done, about the...