A glimpse of a muse

I now will tell about a unprecedented expierience. I was standing in the front of af boat between the greek Islands. On the sky there was a glimpse of a goddess as the boat were ploughing through the smooth rollers. I rubbed the object-glasses of the binocular with the cuff of my shirt. What happened. There were three goddeses. Whats your name i shouted. Afrodite, Helene and Freja they melted. So soft their voices were. They were so bright through the haze that i didn't squinted but looked with open mouth. Why are you standing on such a derilict, they whispered in my ears. Look at the vessel just beside us and step into it. I was paralyxed and couldn't move. They throw a rope to mee and as I climbed the rope up to the sky everything fainted. I frantically closed my eyes and I felt somebody hoisted me up with a rush. I opened my eyes and I was inside the tempel of Afrodite. Everything was of bright crystal, and the choir of young boys and girls showed me how much the muses could do for a composer. I asked who was the muse of poetry. And they all answered. Its your San, laying in the velvet bed behind the . But before you are alloved to see her you need to learn five hundred words of the language she chooses.

I knocked on the door, and I stepped into the chamber. There she was. Shining like the sun playing with a heart of gold. I had a diamond in my pocket. Gave it to her as two guards caught me a throw me down on the boat agin. The rain begun dripping with silver tears. So cruel those greek goodeses are I cried and went to the bar and drank a bottle of whisky trying to forget my sorrows.

The next day I remembered only the sight of my muse. So tiny and pretty and always beside me.