Muse

Rest your head upon my lap, sweet one. Melt into me as I stroke your hair and sing you to sleep with a lullaby woven of moonlight and magic. Feel yourself descend into dreamland as my melody wraps itself around you. Soon, I will join you, and we shall embrace and dance together amongst the stars. The Muse becomes us; grant her entrance, and we shall be free.

©  Lady Jennith Lynn