MUSE
© 2005 by Carl Tronco

I spy her in gentle repose
Hand to brow pale leg exposed
The contour of her body flows
Flaxen and bare
Like sea foam coached in twilight’s glow

Dancing candlelight bespeaks
The flick’ring of sweet dreams beneath
Long lashes pressed to blushing cheeks
Fair countenance serene
What tender musings breed such peace?

Of Paris perchance where children play
Midst gardens ‘neath antiquity’s shade
Of ribboned walks and marmalade
Counting stars anew
As summer evenings blissfully fade

Ne’re a breath’s sound do I make
Till from my own sweet musings wake
Gifted by the moment’s stealth
And pen to paper take