The Muse Poem by Frank Sheehan
The Muse
There you are
reign supreme
Not always making
yourself known
A mysterious figure
that humans
can't figure out
what draws you
to perform your magic.
Living in the heavens
where you are a God.
You sometimes make
an appearance in earthly form
to help the Artist
foster noble gifts
that bring majestic delight.
She has attained wisdom,
spreads it at her whimsy
without a care for
sanity of the beholden.
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