| Posted On: | 2009-02-15 01:29:42 |
Upon ethereal wings, formed of thought Flying through clouds of whim and desire Within Morpheus' realm I now reside Seeking that elusive creature, inspiration Some say she was blessed by fey A vassal of proud Oberon Others say she birthed them Glorious Titania's mother No muse is she, for none could mirror her beauty Nor a scholar, for her wit remains unmatched Intangible, Enigmatic, Graceful Blessing and cursing the faithful For each artist elevated to her court Ten are cast out of her paradise Clutching at faint memories of her favour Prostrating before her glory A humble pilgrim seeking stimulation Oh capricious goddess I beseach thee! Bless thy obedient servant with a boon To show to the blind and sing to the deaf Of thy eternal splendor I wait in anticipation, trembling From joy or fear i do not know Shall I be among the few blessed, Or among the cursed rabble? My thoughts are silenced, agitation stilled She locks her eyes onto mine, her gaze unflinching A momentary pause, I await her judgement And Then She Speaks ...
