The Hebal Release
Living with voices,
That gives you no choices,
Seeing faces,
In all places,
Freeing my mind,
That was in a bind,
Smoke this herb,
So I wont disturb,
Hearing my muse,
Lights my fuse,
But she cannot speak,
Not even a leak,
She tries to sing,
But her voice no ring,
I plead for her,
Still no stir
My lungs on fire,
I release to my desire,
My mind is on a journey,
My body in a gourney,
Now I hear her song,
I sing along,
I finally hear my muse,
Now I cannot lose.
06/30/2010 at 9:53 AM
Our muses visit us in different ways…thanks for sharing your poem.