My Muse

I have a muse,
Who flees my view.
I search and seek,
While she ducks and peeks.

She flirts, and flitters,
Grazing by my side,
But never lets me touch her,
As she giggles by.

I pry my eyes,
To catch a glance.
She disguises herself,
And laughs as my gaze passes.

She's just around the corner,
She's just around the bend,
But she outruns me still,
Leaving nothing but a trail.

I wish I could smell her sweet perfume,
And taste her delectable ambrosia,
Instead I sit alone,
And strain my thoughts,
Thinking of how it was,
Before I lost my muse.

(Original date 9/10/2009)