the muse

Where are you now, sweet muse?

 The moon is in bloom

while the night holds endless promises

You kept my thoughts so long, but

 what felt so right, turned out wrong 

you never believed in happy endings

and no freedom you ever found 

 regret and longing were the

pillows you put your head on

but I was a simple man;  

 Your breasts were warm.      

  I drank your wine  

 You sang your angel songs

took me high

 And I did bathe in the toxic light

 holding at an  illusion

wanting something more

 What a price I had to pay, just 

For the view from your summit

I kiss the cold marble fingers of fate

 That saved me from that plummet