I stayed up too late last night writing this poem. It's in response to a poem I wrote last year for Writers Craft. It can be found here: www.geocities.com/deedledee15/thestagesoflove.html

"A Muse's Response to the Passionate Poet"
The Moonís pull
has no relation to the tide
that draws me from your fragile shores.
Nor is it the motionless gaze
upon my dance so divine,
my burning in the afternoon twilight.
It is the way you undress the memories,
glorifying the glints and glow,
the whispers of pleasure
in the mid-summer dewy air.
Caged in your paternal force
like a nightingale with clipped wings
and scorched tongue:
candy for the new revolution.
I acknowledge the power you honed
when the magic enveloped us,
the attacks of creation mid-lunge,
but enough! oh, Lord, enough!
Never was it my aim for you
to exude this passion.
Still, I am a Muse,
with emotions as cold as my words.
May you learn to understand
the truth behind the lies,
for I did not want to lose that
which I have now destroyed.