Muse Gone Astray Poem by Maureen Alikor

They ask 'where is her muse'?
I ask 'where in the smiling face is my muse'?
Maybe gone AWOL
maybe lacking in zeal to quill

rhetorically, 'where is my muse'?
The one who gives me eyes...
...eyes to behold a thousand scares
and on a canvas, paint the sight

in soliloquy, 'where is my muse'?
Maybe long gone from me
finding refuge in you
and swears to remain AWOL to me

in tears, 'oh my muse,
where art thou'?
The one who leaves me at the top
the one who hides my pain
and my tears wipe
where art thou?
Oh beauty with naked eyes unseen
the one who stands tall amongst the heightened
the one who in times past,
did bear my hurt
and swore to my side always be.

Please come home
Dear Muse,
my ever loving crony