My Muse

 

My Muse

 

From a far distance

A cry is heard

To tell me she is near

And on her way

To pump life into this weary heart

And let the ugly world start

To beautify once again

 

How easily she does win me over

To a world she rules as queen

Brimming with life seldom seen

By so fortunate a few

I’ve the pleasure to always view

The golden skin of her naked soul

In her habitat forever wild

 

She is the woman child

Whose beauty graces the rough canvas

Of my framed three by five world

And who with every stroke I give

Becomes much more alive

Than I could ever hope to thrive

For a creation of mine to so live

 

And from the darkest corner

Of my multi colored mind

My eyes have begun to grind

Imagery of a new standard of being

Over the lovingly blended green

And into the gold like amber

Of her long maiden’s hair

More than my imagination could bare

Is her flirtation with perfection

That stalks my veins

And splashes the inflection

Of my need to declare

The breaking of the chains

And the confinement I’ve sustained

 

She begins her exotic trip

Stoops to innocently sip

From a free flowing stream

Naked body’s eyes beam

Reflections of a lemon silk sun

Cutting through the rigid stand

Of a forest glen maze

 

Her wildly free friends would stop to gaze

Upon her ghostly white back

Imposed upon by sunlight

And with all their beastly might

Wish that they’d be human

So as to be at once like her

Captured as my masterwork for all time

 

The image of my muse is its own rhyme