Friday, 3 May 2013

The Muse


Intense and overwhelming
Shaping my existence
Why do I love you?
For I am the insignificant pebble
That you roll between your fingers
And toss away into the air,
In a bout of amnesia.
Perhaps I know...
So does this pen I hold
It’s those eyes, those oceanic eyes.
Deep within their luminous light,
I see my unborn child.

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