Lost Valentine – Poem by Muse

Because You Are Blue Valentine
(written by muse to the melody of an old waltz)
If you’re feeling blue, I’ll tell you what to do ~
If your heart is sad, and your smile just can’t be glad ~
If you’re feeling lonely, lost out in the cold ~
If your body grows weary, and blooms have grown old …
Dream of me – dream of me / close your eyes and dream of me….
Let me whisper the memories that only we shared ….
Let me whisper the memories and carry you there.
Dream of me – dream of me / close your eyes and dream of me….
Until you’re not feeling blue, and you know it’s true ~
That your heart is now glad and no longer sad ~
You feel me there, keeping you warm ~
And your body grows ….young.
And the blooms once withered …are now fresh and new.
Dream of me – dream of me / close your eyes and dream of me….
Let me whisper the memories that only we shared ….
Let me whisper the memories and carry you there.
Dream of me – dream of me / close your eyes and dream of me….
For love … true love … never fades. (muse)

Pansylee VanMeteren Illustrator, Author, Poet, Songwriter Lyricst, Artist of WV - The Muse - Poetic Pastries

 

 

Happy Valentine’s Day from Muse

Valentines DayFree yourself from the chains that bind you. Release the fear that holds you captive. Do not be afraid to love and be loved. Don’t lay blame – but then again don’t hold back. Speak your mind. Or perhaps, whisper your thoughts. The fear (or comfortableness) of communicating between male and females in relationships is the number one reason small problems become greater. We leave them unattended, but they do not die. They fester and grow. They become beasts, devouring what we hold most dear.

The majority of men are hardwired to achieve. Success at all costs (mostly). Duct-tape, remote, damn the torpedoes, kind of mentality, a modern take of the hunter gatherer of long ago. He is the protector. And what then of us? The femme blossoms of his life? We are the nurturers. The sweeteners of the provisions brought to our safe abode. We waltz about creating a cold hardened shell into a home. Yearning for the brush of a cheek, a warm smile, a gentle pause in the chaotic but beautiful dance of life. We yearn, yes, but do we stop long enough for of these to happen? Does he see your pause?  Or, are you continuing to dance alone? Perhaps, before the music of life begins anew, on this Valentine’s Day-put your loved one on your “dance” card”.  Together make the commitment – to be unafraid of love.

(*these represent my unprofessional, awake 3am, living on dark chocolate and iced tea opinions-no formal, medical or otherwise relevant say as i do implications should be taken. as a muse i just pulled out my ink and quill and this is what poured out-accept it with a smile, as it was intended)

Pansylee VanMeteren Illustrator, Author, Poet, Songwriter Lyricst, Artist of WV - The Muse - Poetic Pastries