muse
By scorp
Like a dream she had drifted from the room,
And like a dream she seemed unreal, and like a dream she was gone.
Like a dream jasmine and vanilla permeates the air,
And like a dagger plunged into a protesting heart,
Like a dream she laughs, a melody carrying over clouds,
And like small flickering fire, she healed my wounds and warmed my regrets.
Like a dream she picks apart the stars and wears their beauty like jewelry,
And like a Muse, her swan’s neck carries many smiles,
Like a dream, she carried mine.
Author Notes: (re-edited version of blood moon)
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