My Muse, My Guide

Poet or Artist

You whisper in my ear

No matter the weather

Shall I pick up the pen

Or today the brush

You, my muse

Guide my hand

I embody your desires

I listen to your whims

Follow them and I may die

Ignore them and I may suffer

May I be free one day

Free to be as all the rest

Who wonder without a care

Alas no I will not love

Such a life is not worth to be

To be called such a word

Life is turbulent

Life is cruel

Life is always alive

Suffering, that is life

Love, that is life

Never would I be alive

Without you my sweet muse

Haunting my sleep

With flutters of fantasy

And a taste of ecstasy

Where I am to be alone

Then awake and on the street

You follow me there as well

Separating me from the flocks

Please my muse

Never leave my side

Even if I should die

I will not fear it

The suffering is always worth the while

No it is not denial I sense in my own words

But the truth of a poet, an artist

The only ones alive.