To My Muse Date: Sunday, 2nd November 2014 @ 11:06:51 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: hauntedscorp Where is my time machine? I have lost track of time, So much was left unseen- The rhythm and the rhyme. I came here and found my muse Weaving through his web of words Confessions; was not a ruse- Love's coagulated curds. It was you. Always you. I wept for us for days Abandoned, but love grew, In clouds of sunny rays Did I push towards hatred? Confusion, or the absurd? I'm consumed by the jaded- Loving thoughts became censored What is a pilot without a plane? Or a conductor without a train. What use is a sink without a drain, Is a poet born without the pain? Can blood flow freely without the stain... If things could be reversed Would you wish them the same? A play to be rehearsed; A lioness to tame Painted faces hang around, They don't reach you like I do. On a ship that ran aground Without my anchor, in you. Paint without a canvas- Or a pen without ink Desert without cactus, A brain that doesn't think. My words and yours, they collide Time was wasted- save today. Let us put our past aside Speak to me; I'm here to stay. This poem is Copyright © hauntedscorp Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=179570