My Tacit Muse

A tacit tear, a mystic queen, alert to love, a feral dream. [Pause]
I ponder life, afraid to speak, a ghostly glare, a magnet pleat.
My tacit muse, aflame the core, abate the pain, and tame the
War. For such is love, a maiden fair, a human touch, a
Passion rare. And lighted heart, a sulfur dance, a phrenic
Breath, a phantom glance. My tacit muse, project the stars,
Assuage the burn, and learn the scars. For such is love, an
Oaken sea, a ferric pledge, a vocal tree.

A tacit tear, a mystic queen, alert to love, a feral dream. [Pause]
I savior love, afraid to pray, the arc of sin, the wings of fey.
My tacit muse, the blues of bliss, a beauty scar, a swooning
Kiss. For such is love, a tinted grave, a desert grey, a vibrant
Cave. And silent ache, a wellic love, a tender light, a telic
Flood.