My muse, she visits me in many forms.
that of my lover,
my best friends.
Even the eyes of strangers,
carry a quality that compells me to write of beauty.
She welcomes me in nature,
the wind, whispering to the trees,
the sky, making sure I remember how very small I am.
the moon, the angle of her light,
reflecting on the water, showing me another world.
She comforts me in music,
lyrics, sung with passion,
gutairs, strumming on my heart.
My life's story, told with a song.
I write of lovelifelaughter, sorrowserenitysecrets, magicmischiefmayhem.
-K