Muse Poem by Akash Mandal

I don't need a pole star to find my way home
I've found the true north
in the moving direction of her shoes.

I don't need a bell jar to hide away my reality
I've escaped into surrealism
while travelling through her tattoos.

I don't need a sermon about the gospel truth,
I've heard it from the holy angels
when they sang along to her Blues.

I don't need a bourbon to keep my desires warm,
I've tasted the fire of the eternal sun
in the dying embers of her muse.