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