If My Muse Were Here

If my muse chose to leave the comfy clouds To give me a hand in toiling this land Pray, I trust he would be one so bold, So ferocious, yet, so tender at the same time! With the world he would battle So as to have me smiling at all times While to my heart he would have submitted Fearing neither the loss of his ego nor that of his might! Yes, if my muse chose to be human, He would make sure that to him solely I remain attracted While keeping, around him, an air of solid authority One which would give the world the impression that I merely obey! When instead, I become the one to rule, with my feminine gait My creative tempo and my hidden world To him I would have unveiled my soul, fearing naught For, after all, my muse already knows me inside out! Pray, together, we would have walked on forbidden paths When the sun would have dozed off and we would have attempted To build a ladder so high, that climbing it would have allowed us both To reach the comfy clouds, the glowing moon and the realm of dreams! If my muse were here, on Earth, pray, he would have me enlaced At all times, in between the arms of his love Caring solely to glorify me and my load of imperfections So that, to be allowed to glance at the depth of his eyes each night I would have made it a must to beg Death to allow us an eternity to love!