Inspired

Miracle Muse
brought color to a life
tuned to a dead channel,
set to sleep.
To dream in color.
Hair the medium
of tortured desire.
The matron, the mother,
the lover, the lady,
the intellectual, enigmatic
soul desired.
All with the toss of the lock
said she, “Life is full of bitter irony,”
bringing sweet tenderness
to all.
Epiphanic irony.
She bleeds, she weeps,
She Seeks.
Experience deep she offers,
aloof she remains.
Hell is the journey to reach her heaven.
Only one has traveled Styx
for Miracle Muse.
Stealing herself away
fearfully daring fools to follow.
Precious.
Entrance to her musings?
Broken hearts strewn with shards,
deep facets, painfully so.
Filling the Green
with passionate red,
deep thinking blue,
upheaval amethyst.
Unplug the life before.
Her artist reduced
to a sick sycophant.
Wishing, expectant,
In love.