Megan Throne | Meditations of a Muse

Ensnared by devotion

and still seized by such sweet falsetto tones,

her gaze remains fixated on

the dark side of the sun, even as her wings

wither away.


Time must be suspended in Lovers’ eyes.


Her compassionate words continue to

stream—untamed, undammed—

to you.

So eager to experience

the sensation of your breath upon their delicate letters.


May enough ink ever be spilled to fill the pages of dedication?


How is it that you may even


to contemplate passing up

the symphony of her heart

for silence?


The harmonics of affection survive upon such fragile wavelengths.


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