A Muse in Doubt
A poem for anyone struggling to see just how beautiful they are
She does not see,
how sunrises follow her
from West to East
those daunting horizons
back turned, heart abreast
She does not see,
her enchantment
rose petal dawns
wintergreen galaxies caress
sunflower mornings
blossoming spring jests
and dew sparkled midnights
She does not see,
why my eyes keep seeking
far away lands
and impossible Earths
Does she not feel,
my heart racing next to her?
Desires that stir,
In our palms
entwined, I whisper
secrets in metamorphic sonnets
truths hidden in laughs
and hollow stones
of an ancient wilted past
Does she not question,
Words that hold
a lifetime of longing
hope entombed, alas
She does not see,
the real face in that mirror?
that pure heart locked away
in a room of dust and pain
key dangling along her neck
with a word, I’m healed
with pages, I flee
Does she see the true me,
as I see her?
© Bradley J Nordell 2020
