My Muse

I sketched you once,
 while you were deep in thought,
I drew the planes of your face,
and the firm set of your jaw.

I drew the mourning in your eyes,
and the tense set in your posture,
I splayed you upon my paper,
and was surprised by what I saw.

I saw the evening fall,
I watched the sun plunge,
I watched the rain pour,
but of you I saw none.

Knelt upon the grass was an angel,
but wings hid its face from view,
On top of its head was a halo that sat askew,
 I looked back up to you and saw that you had disappeared.

I looked back to my sketch-- there you were kneeling, 
your face turned up towards the heavens,
your wings were outstretched and from your lips tore a cry, 
I traced the lines of your beautiful form as a tear slipped from my eye,
There you are-- my muse..