The Muse

To my muse

 An enchanting mermaid swam into my ken

 My life became instantly magical, but then, 

Magic isn’t real, its ephemeral you see; 

She soon disappeared back into the sea 

Leaving a shattered and devastated me 

Because by then she had become my muse 

But hoping for her to stay was of no earthly use

 For magic is an illusion and cannot be true 

I still sometimes glimpse her out in the blue

 I will keep waiting down by the shore

 In case she comes visiting just as of yore 

One day her perfume will permeate 

My senses again, and I will create