Dinner From a Friend!

“What is a Muse?” Asks a young woman,
As I am longing to purge my soul,
In an attempt to find still,
Quite simply I answer her,
“It is the beautiful flame of inspiration.”

“Why then…” asks the girl,
“Why are you not running toward it?”
And simply I answer,
“For to do so would be to abuse her charity to me!”

“How then…” asks the sweet innocent girl,
“Do you discover her power?”
Quite simply I answer,
“By waking dreams and dreams awake.”

SDM

You(My 31)

If only we could see each other from the perspective of the other,
oh that you would see the very picture and personification of love
contained in the view that is your inner shine and your outer radiance.
From within your soul commands the greatest attention as it emanates, fresh:
Imagine the taste of strawberries,
the smell of freshly cut grass,
the look of a French masterpiece
and the feel of love as understood by a child:
This is the impact of your souls amazing shine.
One might think that this is enough to explain
yet this is merely a scratching of the inner surface
while the exterior also delights and intoxicates.
From the tip of your gorgeous toes
to the ends of your magically blonde hair,
a new picture of a package rare emerges.
As Doisneau captured lovers in the city of lights
with the feel of love caught in single images,
yours is much more than a thousand words,
with the richness of chocolate, milky,
the elegance of truffles,
and the rarity of Fugu.
Your beauty is the realization of every artists desire.
Van Gogh had sunflowers and starry nights,
da Vinci his Mona Lisa,
the Group of Seven the gracious Canadian landscape
and Fellini his films,
But I know a joy they never did –
For I know love as truth, innocence, beauty and light –
Charmaine,
a muse like none other and these words are but an attempt to seize the essence
that I am fortunate enough to know –
Love,
perfectly imperfect,
by divine design,
I know you and now my life,
Shines,
As you!

Muse (ings)

If you were a trumpet,
I’d have to be Louis,
or Diz,
or Miles,
A sax
perhaps Byrd
or Coltrane,
A piano
lets say Liberace,
Borge
or even Elton John.
The guitar,
perhaps Santana
or Slash,
Dave Matthews
or Emmit Ray,
perhaps if I might be so bold Emmit Brown or was it Ray,
nonetheless I’m sure this picture has been painted.
Like all those greats and all in between you called out to me from across the universe
and I had no choice but to listen –
So with my lips abuzz I will blow,
with my fingers I will pluck or tickle,
for you truly are the instrument of all my dreams
from which the most beautiful sounds of creativity flow.
You are my MUSE!

SDM

She is

You are a unique spirit –
free and curious,
seeking beauty in even the darkest hour
and with your Phoenix soul finding it,
capturing it
and releasing it selflessly so many others may enjoy.
While sitting beneath the golden rays of an dazzling sun,
atop the thick frozen sheet,
which in spring is Lake Simcoe,
I am struck by the surrounding beauty and reminded,
indeed rejoicing in the love which shines from your glorious soul.
You are THE muse,
an inspiration, mine,
as days go by,
I discover more about innocence, purity and truth,
this love we share with the exuberance of youth
yet the wisdom of all star sages –
attracted by unique spirits,
each other,
committed through faith, bound by belief –
Though times may be periodically rocky,
with the majestic strength and courage of the Phoenix,
this love reemerges each day;
Precious and more vital,
with each new days rebirth –
Thank you for being the inspiration and realization of these words.

SDM