The Muse Poem by David Lewis Paget

That wild energy that's the muse of the sea
When I loiter the beach in a storm,
Will always reflect all your features to me
As I dwell on the shape of your form.

I think of you striding knee deep in the swell
As the foam swirls and leaps at your thighs,
Above you the stars that will add to your spell
And reflect in the depth of your eyes.

For nature has laid some perfection on you
From the curl of your hair to your heels,
While I am caught up with an outsider's view
Of what nature's perfection reveals.

You're way beyond beauty, and way beyond touch
As your hair reflects acres of corn,
Your skin has a fragrance that's almost too much
From the moment perfection was born.

Your smile has a radiance hard to describe
As it peers down on me from above,
Its essence the finest of wines to imbibe
In its warmth, and the presence of love.

Beware of the man who has death in his soul
And the winter set deep in his eyes,
He'll court and he'll chaff you, until he can have you
Then tear you apart with his lies.

If I could but charm you, I'd never alarm you
But gaze on you rapt from afar,
Your love would be taken, but never forsaken
I'd worship you just as you are.

20 March 2017