faraway muse
he who sits next to you
is stronger than Hercules
and greater than Zeus
as he could make you smile
that smile that moves mountains
breathes life into trees
brings color to my life
he could make you laugh
that sweet, tinkling laugh
like angels playing their harps
heaven above
maybe I’m in love
I sit across, unnoticed
drowning in my thoughts
the demons that hold me back
from speaking to you
I shiver, fingers trail down
the small of my back
I want to speak, to say a word
to form my thoughts into letters
letters into words
words into declarations
declarations into shouts
of what I want to say
but never could.
greener than grass, I am
at beckoning your emotions
to you I am but a sliver of a world
but to me
you are it
he stands tall, he greater than Zeus
next to my Venus, my Aphrodite,
whoever he is, whoever he will be
in your eyes, he will never be me.
