IN ADMIRATION OF MY MUSE

her presence is the comfort of my life 
and it is of she that I have the dearest of love, 
her ever flowing river of inspiration 
but like most rivers, periodically dry 
or at some low ebb

how delicate she can be at times, 
most of the time to be sure/ 
there is seemingly an endless array of subjects 
that she guides me to 
she admonishes to find the beauty of words 
in everything, any type of person

perhaps I am married to my muse, 
and have been for a very long time 
and didn't know it until now, 
she's in that special paradise for 
academics and artists 
who there have all the liberty in the Universe 
to ply their arts.

she told me of who made it and who will

for her gracious intervention when approaching 
the problems of humanity as a whole, 
she imparts an energy of the diplomatic, and 
the flair for delicacy with an equally delicate topic

you are
like me smitten with the word lover's syndrome, 
and this reaches out to those who are capable of 
understanding the higher order ideas, 
the rapture of natural beauty,
and even an appreciation of beauty in the ugly.

why do I need you today 
more intensely than ever? 
because from here on in I will be conscious of 
your presence always, 
and for this, my love and addiction, 
I am quite pleased to be at your service...