The Muse
This Time Most Beautiful
Opus 35
It's all clear to me now
How
I know you
From each of my separate lives
All kinds of lover you've been:
Man
Child
Woman
Butterfly
Wheat field,
But each time I recognize
You
Always the well of my soul
Rises to my heart
And I drown from inside
Out.
Now, I am poet
My highest, finally
Infinite life
And so you are, too,
This time
Most beautiful.
Steven B. Taylor
August 16,1997
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