The Muse Speaks

“You are my window on the stars and sky,

A microscope into the smallest things;

With you, my soul finds gossamer, can fly;

In you, the cosmos ends and takes new wings.”

“Gee, Michael, that’s a lot for me to bear –

Too much the poet, that is what you are;

You fly too high, are up there in the air,

While I, a simple girl, can’t see that far.”

 “Sweet Sue, I know that I fly too remote

From whom you are, from whom you want to be,

But when I start to speak I can’t help float

Upon the seas and skies where I am free.”

“A little discipline, that’s all it takes;”

“Okay, I’ll try, for both our goodness sakes.”