A Muse you slipped pastas I was on the brink of sleep,you were dancingat the edge of my mind -you were beautiful,graceful in your perfect movements -I told myselfI would never forget you;you live onas a shadow of memory Share this:ShareClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related