Come to me like a song
a half-remembered melody
Like promises I half forgot
to a certain special somebody!
Come now to me like my muse
with a tingle and melancholy
a song that tugs my heartstrings
rekindling pain from old follies
Come to me like an old song
That lifts me into a trance
nudging me from drills of drudgery
to new words and thoughts perchance!
Come now to me, like my muse
save me from dry despair
Let my ink flow like tears
my broken wings repair!
Manoshi, this is so beautiful and soft! Love it!
Oh my! Thank you so much for reading and leaving an encouraging comment, Sangita! 🙂
This is beautiful 🥰
Thank you so much! So glad it appealed to you!
beautiful -the poem it self is like a flowing song calling forth the muse. I especially like “let my ink flow like tears, my broken wings repair.”
Thank you so much for reading and leaving such a beautiful comment!
Manoshi, your ink has flowed really well. Hope your tears are phoenix tears that heal your brokenness <3
Thank you for making time to read and keep me pepped up! 🙂