The Muse

If God's work is planned

And I stand with the man

Who talks to me so candidly

More than I'd choose



My lips at once are rouged

I feel again the blues

Of longing, ever longing

To be confused



He wrote me a letter

Saying he would love me better

Than my poor son's begetter

The ruse



Spoke of love like hunger

He at once was younger

Younger, ever younger, in my hunger

For a muse



Finest man that I've seen

Ever since my eyes have been

But his honesty did gleam

Me blind



Keep your thoughts from sight

Follow me into the night

And you can call on me when you need

The light



You know what I need

Why won't you give it me

Must I fall down at your feet

And plead



Don't be scared of me

I'm nothing but the beast

And I call on you when I need

To feast