My Muse

Angelic visage with laughing eyes, gaze my way but for a moment and I am overflowing with poetry, sprinkled with thoughts like dust motes sparkling in a library of lovely tomes.

My beautiful Muse, so young and new, if you but knew how the words align themselves with the story just because you smile. How the lines link themselves together in the mist of your being.

You would be amazed