My muse falls into silent contemplation
And I am once more thrilled by his expression,
For even without words he inspires
Within me hot passion and burning desires.
I cannot write fast enough to cool that ache within--
And not to write at all for him-- that would be a sin.
So my fingers fly-- across the earth I seek
For some words that will make this madness weak.
Instead Im driven further by the burning in his eyes,
My silent, watching muse so beautiful and wise.













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I love your use of movement--it shows that you are constantly moving towards or driven by your muse. Unlike Yeats who wrote the poem, "O Bright Star," In that poem he talked about how he wished he could stay on his muses breast, never roaming from her soft ripe breast that he would rest his head upon.
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