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.