Don’t Refuse the Muse

Don’t refuse the muse, she might not come again, Though if she does, you’ll know not how or when. As flighty as they come, here once, but too soon gone, You must embrace the muse, however long she’s come. Know the muse might stutter with her wily words, All many-winged and flying, like the birds, But what she says you must obey, you must take heed. Respect the muse and she’ll inspire you at your need. She comes and goes to open eyes and broaden thought, Inspiring every artist with the spell she’s wrought. Her beauty might be missed, though, by the untrained eye; However hard it works, take notice, lest work die. With open eyes and only then the muse you’ll see, Though she might make you chase her, fleeing fleetingly. If you ignore the muse when she runs through the fire, She might not ever come again, there to inspire. Don’t refuse the muse, her stay won’t last too long; However sweet and good, short is her song. But when she comes, with open arms welcome her back And she’ll provide the inspiration you so lack.