Poeter.se logo icon
Redan medlem?   Logga in


The Dead Muse

A heaven filled with clouds of thought
For each creation sold and bought
A still wind is killing the muse
A reality of slavery that I want to refuse
Call for help, aid and salvation
Call for God and his creation
Call for something in me that tries to die
Blossom out dear flower shy

Darkness stirs the sky with its stars
Blinding, faithful as they are
Call for them to fall down and rain
Upon us all and drown the pain
Moon so perfect, round and white
Fill the night with excitement and fright
Call for it to boon upon the city without sleep
Minds without creation that has fallen deep

Morning light thrills the sky with pink
Warming the minds that can no longer think
Call for the rays to break the day
Call for the kiss of a warm May
Bright star, our heliocentric God
Fix the broken, the estranged and odd
Call for the fire to cleanse the earth
Every rock, leaf and grit of dirt

Call it, beg for something to awake
Call for the chest to pound and ache
Hear me heaven, hear my call
Save me from this before I fall
Hear my cry, hear my mind
Dig deep down and see what you find

Or has it already died?

Bunden vers (Rim) av Shadowscence
Läst 19 gånger och applåderad av 1 personer
Publicerad 2021-06-10 21:33

Bookmark and Share

  > Nästa text
< Föregående