i close my eyes
above me you hover
breath upon my face
soft and fragrant
not a mere mortal;
you are the muse
my music
my art
the filter through which
my compassion comes
and love
ah love
and all i need do
is open my soul
and write you
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Lovely thought. If she were queen she might be “Erato, The Elusive,” but such a delight when she chooses to visit.
Indeed it is. 🙂