imagine if the muse had run astray--
her laughter i see living in your face,
her joy related newly every day
in the love that's present in the space
between us. life you give the muse who breaks
her chains to join us in rapt harmony;
reviving love you give this soul, who wakes
to hear the tones of this epiphany.
that muse seeks no forgiveness for her sin--
she knows transgression leads to greater good--
for she gives witness to the love within,
and sees though others say "should not!"--we should.
that renegade lends credence to my claims
by matching her creation with my aims.
finished 2/21/2006
inside the back of my linguistics notebook
No comments:
Post a Comment