I look up and see them,
See the pictures of them,
The two muses in my life
Giving me the gift,
The gift to write words.
Each day they are there,
There for me as I write.
Their thoughts coming
Coming into my mind
As I sit at the table,
Writing each day.
Calliope watches over me
To show the words,
The words that mean,
Mean so much to life.
Joyce, my lover, looks at me,
Her love giving passion,
Passion to my words.
So this day I can write,
As I can every day.
My muses are there
And care for me
Each and every day.