My Muse
By Nick Delonas
My muse works then dances
From job to home and friends
Trailing hopeful glances
None of which she attends
Each evening she shimmers
Behind a misted veil
The lucky catch glimmers
And yearn to tread love's trail
Indifferent and alone
She is, herself, complete
Beyond what men can own
They're burned up by her heat
Siren love compels madness
Over mind, flesh prevails
Yet such defeats yield gladness
For absent passion, life fails