Visage of Muse

Lennon was close,
Dickinson too,
along with Browning and Tennyson,
but Sinead, oh Sinead--
how did you create the visage of muse?

Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you . . .

Wife,
the earth that blooms in winter,
the river that flows in a dessert,
the wind that blows on a still day,
the fire that glows in a thunderstorm
. . . and me, your undeserving, meek, and unworthy lover.