On Love: “The Muse” – Shannon Horace

These loves, their simple touching arms of bliss

supply me with my muse, my will to live!

I’m bound by ecstasy, ignited kiss,

as lust consumes my world, I tend to give.  

But giving leads to losses day by day,

these lovers turn to dust and love no more;

I’m hollow, broken, lost and in dismay

when comedown leaves me chained to inner war.

Yet, I have come to know my love’s my own:


unlike careless lovers passed.

I grow in light without a chaperone, 

I wait for none, my craft pervades at last.

No more do feeble hands restrain my throne, 

My muse is I! This world is now my own.

Artwork by Lara Krause

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