My Muse

Coleridge once wrote of the Khan’s pleasure dome Where Mnemosyne, the mother of muses did roam And her daughter, Caliope, was the muse of epic poetry Gave rise to Orpheus, who joined Jason on his odyssey His love, Eurydice was killed while dancing to his tune A beautiful nymph, the daughter of Apollo, died to soon Tragedy and comedy underlie classic Greek Mythology And while ancient in deed, is the basis of psychology Thus when the creativity springs from my inner mind I recognize my source of beauty, the special muse behind Humble poet, graced by a lovely and elegant guiding sprite A heavenly creature that slips into my dreams in the night In deed and thought she shines golden light on Earth Like the starry celestial orb guiding lost sailors to the North Perhaps she is unaware of her power, unaware of her love But all I can say is that she is my muse, shinning from above