The Muse

show me the face of hope
is it she?
is it me?
can it see?
does it bleed?
a touch i've known
a tale was told
then sold like flames
to an old blue glass
looking up to dance
so fast away
a sea of darkness
around my fragile step
into the fading light
i find that step is drawn
so could it be?
the face of thee?
gazing long & forever
gently regarding the road
running on down
my singing soul
shyly smiling
meeting me
whispered hushing
between the leaves