Where? Why? When?
Where have all my words gone?
Where is the Muse once bleeding inside?
I am so empty -
like a desert without its sand.
Now, when I need her poignant voice,
silent cacophony is her choice.
Where have all my words gone?
Why isn't my Muse wailing?
Why do dirges I should be feeling, hide?
I am so numb -
like death's frozen kiss, cold and bland.
How, when I need to scream and shout
there is nothing here inside but drought?
Why isn't my Muse wailing?
Somewhere deep inside,
she waits within Winter's room -
held tight within fates future loom -
until Spring's thaw gives brilliant bloom,
when love reunites the bride and groom...
Somewhere with the Goddess at her side.
When will the Muse's words return?
When can her voice release my pain?
I am here waiting -
a pregnant promise held in hand.
A cathartic vow revealing,
repayment of her voice and healing.
The Muse's words will soon return.
Picture Photoshopped and Poem by AEB for TUS 10/24/07
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