| From a Muse to her Hero He does not wear shinning armor, He does not ride a siliver horse He is no knight you see? He says he is no phantom This is I do believe, For his words are here to see. He says he is no poetic genius, Ah there is genius in his poetry to me Not a God....no just a man Of simple faith and trust Kneeling before me He utters his prose..... The sweetest of words has he, You see, although a smiple man, He is a hero to me "Copyright" � Joyce Gosdin 9/27/2000 |
| Thoughts of the Muse I fine myself waiting for your sunshine Your smile and sensuous thoughts To see the words you write Each thought and word matching The thoughts and passion in mine We reach for this elusive dream I think we're, making it real I feel your touch and warm embrace Your lips of passion on mine So take me to this hidden place That only you and I can find Hidden in this dream world Place's of wonder and delight Where our imaginations Can just let go....... Wondering every corridor Of touch,passion and light Sensual feelings that only The mind can touch, Keep me in this dream world, I'm afraid of waking up! Please whisper my name Color me blue................. "Copyright" � Joyce Gosdin 9/30/2000 |
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