I sit at my desk,
The blank sheet before me.
I look up and see her,
See this lady
Who has come into my life,
Of whom I have just became aware.
She has been there forever,
Guiding my thoughts onto paper.
I have been aware of somebody,
Somebody who guides my hand,
As the words flow into my mind,
Through my pen,
Onto the page.
As I walk down the street,
Sit in the park,
Walk with nature,
She is always at my side,
Prompting me with words,
Prompting me with ideas,
That can be put into words.
I can now call her by name,
As I know that my life
Would be unfulfilled,
If it was not for my muse,
Calliope.