What muse?

Is the world not perfect?

We percieve with our senses the wonders of it all.

The vast ocean under a crimson sky. What muse could we be missing?

The sensation of another heartbeat in a lovers hand. What muse could we be missing?

The sweet lull of the flowing shore. What muse could we be missing?

The stars and planets of an endless universe peek out from behind their cloudy hidaways. But what a muse could there be in all of such universe once noone is there to take it in?