The Muse of You
THE MUSE OF YOU
Through all of time and all of space,
and following into the 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 sometime 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.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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