The muse

You are back o' muse of mine!
to hold my hand and bring sunshine,
to cry my tears and feel my smiles,
to hold my fears and walk our miles;
to sing to me a song when i am forlorn,
to caress my hair when the sun is long gone;
to play me a tune that comes from the heart,
to tell me a tale that goes back to the start,
to lark in the sun and skim stones in the park,
to look at the stars and lounge in the dark,
to light up my loneliness and make me feel warm,
to talk to my silence and stir up a storm.

Oh yes. you are back, o' muse of mine!
My words! -all in twine.