~ The Poet and the Muse ~

The poet’s love waits, beneath the willow
where hope floats and dreams dance
if only the muse could know

the muse enters, and whispers ‘hello’
suddenly shy, casting a furtive glance,
the poet’s love waits beneath the willow

playing it cool, and taking it slow
the poet worries at blowing the chance
if only the muse could know

Lament or extol, how would it go?
who makes the first advance?
the poet’s love waits, beneath the willow

so many words to bestow
awed, the poet lost in a trance,
if only the muse could know

scenarios rain down, possibilities grow
poised on the verge of romance
the poet’s love waits, beneath the willow
if only the muse could know.

© Dahlia Ramone:  July 20, 2019

This was written for Blogophilia
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