Since My Muse Left Me

Since my muse left me, I wonder how Was a young crow born with a weird sough Or maybe it’s fear that causes this outcry Such unusual tones, I give a melancholy sigh The dove's soft coo, still a gentle touch Awakens me with the coos of hatched clutch Morn’s promise fulfilled, a new dawn’s birth As sun rays’ fingers, reach through cloudy mirth Streaked skies, a canvas painted gray, Reflecting the mood of this poet's day, The world is awakened with a gentle start How, oh how, could it mend my heart That crow's weird voice, a haunting sound, Echoes through, the morning's hallowed ground, A reminder of what once was true, A love that's lost, and a heart that's blue. The dove's coo, a soothing melody, A balm for my soul that's lost its harmony, The sun's warm touch, a gentle breeze, A comfort, that my heart can't seize.