THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I *** Part I: Poetic Pillars – Monads *** [ I ] *** Lub-dub ***
“Lub … Lub-dub… A murmur – O’er thine heart, - ‘Tis silence, so deep For thee, where should I sleep? Restless, my mind flies away... Thou art alive, blessing my day, – Thy pulse, sweep - this world, breakin’ apart!..
O, muse, let me rest, - let me breathe art!.. - Thy chest, nesting fiddles of hay, Wide open cradle inlay, Echo sinking more deep - A whisper to reap What my sweetheart Stirs in blur: Lub-dub… Lub…"