Steve Brandenburg

MY MUSE IS NAKED

Words that I write
I know not where they come from.
Sit and think and a calm comes,
so I put pen to paper and let them flow.

Some are good
and some are bad.
Why are most so sad?

I think I know the answer
for my muse is a she,
and naked as can be.

I’ve never seen her
but have heard her voice.
Soft and pretty like music
or a calm breeze.

One day she will show her face
and take me to the other place.
For, you see, she has been chasing me
since my birth…
for she is
the Grim Reaper.