Muses humming,
reaching into the dark,
feeling lost in not knowing,
to turn on the light,
so they can see the other,
the one they long for.
They turn on the light,
and bounce off the shadows.
Leave your darkness, then;
bless your shadows and go.
Feel the fire of desire
light up my inspire.
Every word births another.
Every note sends the words,
finds a new space,
to create a new world.
Feed the words I write.
Stroke them into life,
charge them well
with sound and story:
Once upon a time,
when love lived by a kiss,
when lovers sailed
on winds of bliss,
to islands beyond the sea,
far beyond where we can see,
off the edge on gravity waves,
bound for starry glory.
© 2016 Joanne Sprott