WHEN YOU BECAME MY MUSE

When I

Saw your handsome frame;

Like a modern Japanese building,

I knew you’d become my muse

II

When I,

Heard that beautiful deep flow

From the sea of your throat,

I knew you’d become my muse

III

When I,

Finally climbed your beautiful mountain,

Oh the tiredness and the pleasure!

I knew you’d become my muse

IV

When I,

Saw the flames dimming in your eyes

And felt the fangs of cold in your lies,

And saw the strange look racing around me

I knew you’d become my muse

V

When I,

Knew I knew you and didn’t

And felt I felt you but couldn’t

I knew you had become my muse

My muse, my doom muse, my doom doom muse

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015