Rose petals draped over the
exposed face of my ego,
crumbling already as I reflect upon
What has always been.
What is yet to come, your face
is just a mirror to my thoughts right now.
Shrouded by the morning mist which
But I know in truth, what lies beneath
is the most powerful reason which I am here.
She is the muse who wakes me in the night,
when only her shadow appears.
but I knew as the fog lifted in the valley,
she is where I’ve been for years.