The Muse of You
The Muse Of You
Looking through all my time and space
and following into a chase
but never catching what I've seen
nor even knowing what I mean
it's not a thing my mind can place.
Your eyes, so deep, I never know
where you might lead, where I must go,
but there I find what I must write
the words, though sometimes seeming trite,
and from your eyes they have to flow.
No less than what is meant to be
the Muse of you carresses me;
I wonder is this love or not,
or something else, but don't know what,
and I must follow what I see.
Forever summer rain will fall
into my life, and love is all
there is to be my wordly guide;
between each line is where I hide,
if I do less, then I have lied.
And so the truth I have to show,
revealing what I never know,
but wonder at, as words come on
out of your eyes, where I have gone,
and been where I should never go.
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