Yeah, I’m good at irony :P

My talent, like the light,
is drifting away into night
as I sit here and weep for what maybe never was

The beautiful ambrosia
is slipping through my hands
so resplendent and intangible; it cannot be kept

My creative spirit lost
tied to the mundane; i cannot float above

Surround ones self with art
with light and laughter and music
through osmosis can I get it back?

But my muse had left, pulling the gift from me
in this cold hard world I scream for it back

Most precious of possessions
I have lost you!

And talent flows from me like golden blood.

☮&♥