muse –

she would never say where she came from

I borrowed her from my own imaginings

to weather the fiercest blows of the storm

from night to day, dusk to dawn, ravening

in the wood for elusive prey she climbed

into the mansion of my mind with intense

alacrity – it was there i found her, conjoined

sister of my heart – sublimated in the sense

and never knowing, never being clear –

she stands before the mirror, apt to stare

at that strange creature oh so near

to beauty – yet far away – her care

for subtle kind companions shines

in loving and in saying I am thine --

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