Baskadia

MY MUSE

In my mind, I hear your voice In my heart, I obey your voice Authority and power is thy voice And I'm left without a choice

My muse, where art thou? I long to see you Than to feel you Than to listen to your voice

My muse, your presence to me is a news Your inspiration to me are clues Of a dream, of wishes Which are made realities.

Dear Muse!, where does thou reside? Could someone be thou? You reveal mysteries of creations And wonders in its reality

Dear muse, You amuse amusements You decorate our thoughts And recreate our dreams.