The Muse?

When strange become the shadows
And the colors fade to blend:
Will you be the moth that flutters by
Shedding the tiny spores of star dust for me?
Will I sit alone, at the other end of the table
While my tea still seeps
And my eyes are left to weep?

Did you laugh or complain
While you flew past me for a second time
Were you so hesitant to ask
Come to me and ask why I do?
We both know that you will
Like some peregrine returning to its handler

Are you my muse, too?
Are you just a four-leaf clover I was in luck enough to find?
Will it matter in the end
Or will a kiss change the trend?
Am I supposed to be frightened, or amused?
Please, you must elucidate
For I can't find the word to put to this feeling
I am terribly sorry!

But when I ask you to demystify your veil
Will I be sorely disappointed by the guile
Or will it pay off in the end?
I can only hope that wherever you are
Whether here nor far
You may be safe
From all but me

Until then
Crawl over my bed
And sing me to dreams