The muse she returns to hold my heart   Coloured paper scattered on the table From a tall glass drinking petals  My eye catches a glint in the corner of the room Another scent drifts in on the moonbeam Curtains flap haphazardly in the breeze Allow the souls in to keep warm Rooms fill of memories as echoes are etched into the walls Maybe its the same old things I place in time A thousand dreams caress