The Muse

It’s been a week since I’ve seen her

Seems like such a small time frame to consider

Lovers part daily more severely burdened by time

But, have you ever gone a week without breathing

I need her more than most need anyone

She is more than my companion, she is my muse

My mind is slow without her

She is the stone that sharpens my blade

My hands have grown numb to touch

She is the spark that ignites my nerves

I fear that my vision has started to fade

Since she has been away I see no color

I crave her in every way possible

My desire for her is primal, blind to time and distance

Most would be weary of the effect she has

Almost debilitating in her absence

But most do not understand the poet and muse

We exist for one another

She is my inspiration for life

And I give her immortality

cbleakney