Will you come to life, my muse?
for you I shall remake
that verse unmade
by the fake, the masquerade…
…will you read it?
and for you i shall compose,
a lullaby, or that song sung in repose,
for you’re my lovely rose…
…will you listen to it?
oh how i wish my words
could say more than they do!
how i wish they could breathe life unto you!
or make you sing (again),
that old, familiar, favourite refrain
yet no word that is only a word says it
my question’s the same,
“will you come to life, my muse?”