The Song For The Muse

The Song For The Muse

I write a song for you, an illusion fading into the mist.
The glimmer in the sun, blazing up my day,
Firing up my heart, as though it's been kissed,
Blanching up my soul, making white of gray.
In truth I expected no turns or twist,
Straightforward I chased you into the mist.

Left and south I sought and looked.
Blinding fog could not fetter or bind
My yearning to see you, in full pursuit
Hands reaching in white air, I find
Nothing but traces of my muse, all moot.
I hear alluring siren echoes of your lute
But I lose you, though I looked and looked.
A blind and mute, I seek for the beaut.

The sun broke through the lowland cloud.
Westward wind swept the ethereal world.
In the vast plain, only nothingness remained.
There I stood alone, emptied, and drained.
She was gone, gone, gone forevermore
Like the mystic mist, into myth and lore.
In remembrance of you, I compose for you
A song of farewell and love that was true.

Wren