My Most Unlikely Muse

I will call you Erato by moonlight
In the soft hours before the dawn
Just a warm dream on a cold winter’s night
And a fond memory to reflect upon

I will call you Euterpe by the lake
Whose waters run forever deep
I listen to the musical measure of every breath you take
As I lay wake admiring the beauty of your sleep

I will call you Urania under the stars
By whatever Heavenly, or Divine Design
Or , influence over these petty little lives of ours
Which drove you into these arms of mine