The Muse's Dream

Jennifer Paige©1996

Taking your left hand in my right

We run down the hill

Through the boundaries of time and repression

Through the ages

To the root of myth

When I was young

I played in the fields of the lords

Taking fareies as friends and hunting unicorns

Gathering ten-thousand daises with tiny hands

And lining my room with their petals

Trying to bring the outside in

Then I found an overpowering muse

One so strong it would never be put to rest

So with a pen in my grasp

And a roll of parchment in the other

I found a niche in the branches of an oak

Spent days on end I’d spend

Forgoing meals and even sleep

To please the muse the heed his call

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