{"sf1_id":425845,"sf2_id":"J1OBgrzn","title":"Misplaced Muse","author":"Diavora","words":374,"posted_at":"2012-09-03T03:41:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","Space"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/425845-misplaced-muse","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OBgrzn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ca/28/ca286773-2266-4403-94fa-43aab4e5b30c","description":"At the risk of sounding repetitive, here's the blurb I wrote about this one from FA:\n\"2:30 in the morning is such a magical time, isn't it?\nHalf-asleep, this came out.\nStill not sure if I should keep going, seems a bit unfinished or off to me somehow.\nTo any who look at it, what do you think?\"\nIt started out when I was in a vent-y mood, then turned into something else.\nConstructive criticism would be very much welcome :3\nEdit: Why does it look like a paragraph when I put it in nice looking stanzas .____. attempts to fix\nEdit2: Yay it's fixed now! Still have no idea why it did that in the first place but it's fixed now!","content":"Lucid dreaming of a world gone by,\n\nWishes made on the tails of stars,\n\nOnly to reinforce steely bars.\n\nScreaming, arms raised to the sky.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBlink, and you miss the wonder,\n\nOne night so torn asunder.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDreams forgotten, stories left untold,\n\nIt burns the heart to see a soul so sink,\n\nLike a drowning man bending down to take a drink.\n\nImagination, oh who is left for us to behold?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOh splendid muse, take us once again,\n\nInto that most blessed den\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhere minds are free and souls unbound,\n\nLeft to wander to their hearts' content.\n\nAnd yet the patrons are left so spent,\n\nTheir gifts and hopes dashed to the ground.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhere are our Heroes, our Sojourners?\n\nHave they yet been usurped by crowds of mourners?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nReturn to us, those ancient glories\n\nThose tales of the honorable, the just\n\nTales of the Good, who help because they must.\n\nRemember, oh remember, those artful stories.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTell us not these horrid tales,\n\nOf evil men most stale.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHearken back to the golden days,\n\nRecall that misplaced muse,\n\nWho lead us to such beautiful truths\n\nAs the ocean shining with the sun's rays.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRemove from us this great vexation,\n\nUndo our self-devastation.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRenew our curiosity in all things bizarre,\n\nBring us back to the days of Hither and Yore.\n\nLet us look to the future, see what's in store\n\nFor our fledgling race, let us strike out far.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHail the coming of the dawning age,\n\nHerald the re-opening of the galactic stage.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrow away this short-sightedness,\n\nThis petty bickering of what should be.\n\nIf we cannot leave our cradle, then who are we?\n\nChildren, blighted with a most horrid sickness.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIf light and life are truly rare,\n\nShould it not be our duty to put them out there?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nReturned to us, this sense of wonder,\n\nResurrected, the stuff of dreams,\n\nImaginations bursting at the seams.\n\nPray we avoid that final blunder.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPray we do not lose our love of creation,\n\nThat life does not cease our elation.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMusic, life, creation's light,\n\nDreams, hopes, tales most daring,\n\nMay we never cease in our sharing\n\nOf that which gives us true sight.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}