Lightly falling through a haze,
landing softly upon the ground.
Coming to you, ever so silently,
in the night I make not a sound.
~
I am your muse, I am your soul,
there is a shimmer in my eyes.
Much like the gossamer’s wings,
of the delicate velvet butterfly.
~
Let me help you, in the darkness,
that secret place you fear to go.
Illuminating all of the dimness,
allow my spirit room to flow.
~
I will touch your heart briefly,
just a wisp against your skin.
You have no cause to bare,
any feelings of chagrin.
~
We will drift along together,
til you are comforted once more.
Memories that did haunt you,
slowly put away and stored.
~
My gentle offering
on new beginnings you reflect.
Enhancing every tender moment,
leaving no chances of neglect.
~
Dreams shall become pleasures,
no longer something to fear.
I am your muse, I am your soul,
always floating somewhere near.
