have i drowned the muse

have i drowned the muse
does she sleep on the beach
waiting for waking under moon,
full, over waves crashing
primordial drums
awake my sweet child and
give birth to a song.
wake and kiss my lips and brain
and eyes with ancient magic
long for the sweetness
of unbridled terror
dripping from your eyes
in a beachfront motel room
reflecting on suicides
never reaching fruition
open my eyes and your heart
to the life of love meant to be
for all eternity dark and light.
will you accept my humble
sorrow cradles

image: Moonlight Watcher

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