To My Muse

A Poem

How could I love one unreal
Never born, but ever-present
She glides along, my mind she steals
Naked, pale in moon’s faint crescent
A fantasy yet somehow real
She sings and asks me lovers questions
Her ghost enticing me to feel
With dark and spectral int’mate lesson
I find her on my deepest seal
Upon my soul she takes possession
Her, for her alone such zeal
And though she's false my love won’t lessen
Her name's insp’ration and I do yield
Have your way with your obsession

04/18/2022