My Muse
(photo credit: JT) The great illusion a mind will build, Is that life is what you make it. Walking forward in the straightest of lines, Thinking your plans are the peak of wit. In one trip 'round the sun you see A few carefully placed pieces start to fall The life dream you built, brick by brick, A crumbling ivy covered wall. A promenade, a waltz, a whimsical serenade, Was that season of life destined to become. Instead it played a symphony of light; A renewed soul, alive, sprang from. A few meaningless phrases you'll read From the pages of the past. That built the great sequels of a story; Featuring the kind of hope that lasts. A single flower planted in the garden, A simple joy to all beholden; Whose seeds plant colors of tomorrow, An awe-inspired silence that's golden. A pencil sketch of a single nest Semblance of a dream at its begin...
