My muse is the sunshine energizing my creative spirit
The rainshower cleansing inertia’s cloudy web
I breathe deeply of the perfumed air delivered by the breezes –
My muse disguised as the wind.
You are the ocean,
depths yet undiscovered.
You are a gentle breeze
brushing my neck
with a soft caress.
You are a sorcerer,
bringing to life
dreams suspended and
almost forgotten.
Infinite magician.
You are electric.
You ignite my passions.
You are mystery,
layers uncovered
one by one.
August 1, 2012 The Spirit of the goddess Minerva