My ragged muse
has been beaten

and thrown across the room

 

my ragged muse

retreats to the

dark side of the moon

 

and sometimes…

 

when the beautiful music plays

my ragged muse dances

from her sad corner

 

and the world sings

                               and beauty rings

 

and she’s the Angel she was meant to be

naked without shame

pulling tears from Heaven

Tearing cries from me

 

"forgive and love relentlessly!"

 

NOTE: All credit to James Blunt and his song "Your Beautiful" for this poem. My muse needs music and this song drew her from her lonely hiding place and she danced brilliantly for a few minutes. (I’m an old softy)