Sonnet 30/06/04    On Muses               CMXX

One's Muses come and go, but when they give,
All one can do is hold the words, and pray
That they will come again. We let dreams live
In hope that Muse might find reason to stay.
What is the reason Muse offers such gem
That we would sell our souls to keep their gift?
Is it just chance, or does their givimg stem
From higher purpose, to other souls lift?
Our Muses give us power to share dreams
And tell of heart's desires. But, should we seek
To claim words inspired as our own? Such seems
Ungrateful, to not of thanks for gift speak.
Can any of us say "This work is mine.",
And not admit some part might be divine?