When the Muse…

When the Muse Has Gone

For so, so long, 

     when the Muse has gone,

My written songs,

     no longer greet the morning dawn.

I wonder why!?

     But I soon will rise,

like some dragon fly,

     into the ointment of orange skies

with Hell's wingtips:

     and force my shadow,

like an eclipse,

     onto the pale-blue earth below!

By Ngoc Nguyen

From: United States

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