To My Muse
by Jesse Joseph Sutterlin
As the moon crests over the eastern sky.
I lay awake with sweet thoughts of you.
I think of your elegant hands and graceful neck.
Your sloping shoulders, your small feet.
Your golden hair, your green eyes.
Your angelic voice and the way you laugh.
My heart longs to see you in the morn.
The moon passes over me as I think of you.
I long to tell you how I feel but am afraid to try.
You're perfect and you don't even know.
You're so sensitive and I never want that to change.
As twilight leaves and dawn is welcomed,
I arise, knowing today I will see you again.
And perhaps tell you how I feel.