Hours and days counted
As the months go by.
Lost forever to my eyes,
The sight of your beauty
Is always in my mind.
Sights of face and form
Beauty beyond compare
High on your eyes
Drunk on your voice
Perfect to my likings
Your smile, your laughter,
Pleasures almost forgotten.
But always remembered,
Is the light of that soul.
Battered and bruised,
Yet glowing brightly.
That which is pleasing to see
Flees with the passing of time.
A face will wrinkle
A body will sag
But your beauty grew
With every setting sun
Outward beauty,
In Face and form
Inward beauty,
You hide from others.
I never knew beauty,
I never knew love
I never knew what I was missing.
Until you walked through that door.
I didn’t know what I was doing
Did not know what I was feeling
Until after you walked out of that door
I got what I wanted
Inspiration that lasts a lifetime
But I never got to tell you
your perfect beauty is eternal
forever be in my heart,
Because of the love it has inspired
Tag: muse
A Dream Called Life
The Muse, so timid
Her Inspiration, so fragile
Her visage, so perfect
Her caress, so fleeting
Like an unremembered dream
Art, life, and love
All combined in an instant
Moments shared, then gone
Memory trapped, always free
Like an unbound dream
Hopes, desires, and wishes
Living forever, making plans
The tomorrows of yesteryears
Time unknown, until it passes
Like the dream called life
The Muse
Caged in the fears and sorrows of our own making
But the night can never last forever
For her eyes are the light of the coming dawn
Clouds thick in our mind, winter’s bight all around
But the flowers of spring still bloom in our heart
For her smile is the warmth of our life
Dreams of yesterdays and tomorrows, of hopes and desires
But the waking world is where we want to be
For paradise is found when her laughter is in the air
An artist insanity brought on by perfection unexpressed
But she is in every song, painting and sculpture
For hers is the beauty at the heart of every masterpiece
To love, to want, and then she is gone
But the happiness she inspired remains
For that is the gift the Muse left behind