another from the vault…
June 17, 2010
you’re my muse.
i don’t know why.
when I look at you my vision sparks
my mind flutters and then flies
i stray from mundane and right.
i indulge in insane and fright.
my mind swims and floats in air full of rhymes, colors, whims
hearing you name
grass begins to flow
the wind shines with rays
the sun’s breeze blows like music
because you’re my muse
within you everything is new.
nothing ever as it has been
My creativity is you.