A Muse's Delusions

I live in a world 
           of delusions
                    all my own,
                             a world
          where nothing
is set in stone,

The color of night
                    changes
                        with the day,
                     in my world
            of delusions
I think I'll stay,

The muses are here
                         my sisters 
                                  all eight,
                                               yet,
                      only the chosen 
can pass through the gate,

To step in my mind;
                        a muses
                                  delusions,
                      leaving behind
       the real worlds
confusions,

There are flowers
                    with colors
                            no human eyes have seen,
                                                         and the trees 
                                          all stand
 with a languorous lean,

Shades of the sun 
                       are never
                               the same,
                                                I'll stay
                                   in this world
where my delusions are tame

They are colorful 
                          and fun 
                                 and serendipitous
                                                     If you want 
                                    you can stay
and come and sit with us,