POEM: The Muse
Morning, harbor bathed in glow.
Boats bob, the ripples flow, reflecting gold.
Behind me clouds dark fill the sky.
My journey starts, a tear wet eye.
Richness all around to see.
Day born moment wakes in me.
Bag clatter echoes from the cobbled stone.
Seagulls screeching heard alone.
Jellyfish puls in the cold wet blue
A whispered word deep in my ear.
My muse awakes with a laugh clear call.
Reach out touch embrace this call.
Then smile &
Set it free that’s all.