Muse

Crowned with a garland of heavenly flowers
My muse appears at times of solitude;
Cherished companion of secluded hours,
Bestower of verses in plenitude. 
In precious moments of visitation
Her ephemeral presence comforts me; 
Her gifts of lyrical inspiration
Give birth to a wellspring of poetry,
Where thoughts and emotions cascade into 
A broad pool of thoughtful reflection
Where the seeker can find perspectives new      
Amid moments of deep introspection. 
Hers are the lines that purge my troubled soul:
Let these songs heal my heart and make me whole. 

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‘Muse’ is one of the poems in the collection titled ‘The Passing Of The Night’.

©2016 Joanne Van Leerdam

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