A Muse you slipped pastas I was on the brink of sleep,you were dancingat the edge of my mind -you were beautiful,graceful in your perfect movements -I told myselfI would never forget you;you live onas a shadow of memory Share this:Share Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Print (Opens in new window) Print Related