The Lutenist sings of his Muse

                 Tell those who wait

      with quiet hope she will still come

             an ebbing fantasy for some

                     for others fate

                 that time brings light

          to poets with agnostic views

            who celebrate a private muse

                        so infinite

                 she waits for us

    to find her where she often hides

   beside us where our fortune rides

                  seek and find her

                she can be found

      if ever found will she still come?
            a Calypso conundrum
                making all wait

          © Dick Russell, 2013