02/24/2026
Unnamed author my hand
By Alexandria Marie Emmett
"My muse, oh how I have missed, the way you inspire words flowing from my pen like a waterfall from a raging river.
A piece of my heart once diming now burns anew once more.
Dance out of the Ether and onto the page, be free from the cage where you had been kept.
Let your rhythm guide the music, the glide of the pen a melody.
Let your company be met with a feast of gratefulness and a wine filled with love.
How long has it been my friend, since I have heard your silent whispers... and felt the joy you bring."