THE MUSE

Little muse, I bid you enter.
Softly come into my heart.
Be my friend and be my mentor.
Through life’s hurdles let’s not part.

Help me rhyme and write and think.
Pour your whole being into me.
I’m all yours and there is nothing
I wouldn’t want you to have or be.

You sure came from far away places,
Messengers from my own native lands
Where behind long forgotten stars
My own cradle stood and stands.

Still, when it comes right down to it,
I must admit and have to say:
I found myself and came up with myself.
There really is no other way.

Ute Kaboolian