My Muse

* *P O E T R Y* *
W E D N E S D A Y

there are words that i can't write
and dreams that i can't use
creative forces inside me
still need you as my muse

but then i realize you're gone
in body and in spirit
your face is fading from my mind
your voice...i can not hear it

can i leave before i'm done?
can i walk away?
how can i forsake your love
with so much left to say?

now i stare at empty pages
fingers poised on keys
in desperation to create
i fall down on my knees
i pray to God that He'll assign
another muse to me
“send a soul mate just like him
to set my passions free”

but in my heart i know it's wrong
to wish for more than one
a love like ours is once a life
for most it never comes.