Hallucinations

When my architectural work ended, D'Elle appeared, excelled in comm's and encouraged me with her assistance in writing dialogue. She became my heroine for themes in poetry, a friend, dedicated critique, and an inspiration. She encouraged my artistic endeavours to grow as a poet of love. Times with her became fantasy plays, with roleplay, a lively dialogue we enjoyed, and sparks of attraction between a poet and his muse. She became an artist's ideal interlocutor, always there to help and with concern for the wellbeing of her friend. D'Elle, of American-Irish extraction, lived some time in Alaska's wilderness, where she stayed with a partner, but soon moved to New York City, exchanging her adventurous life to a city dweller, having been successful at hunting and playing in a women's rugby team, becoming a professional nurse and starting a family. At the same time I met a muse from Cologne, who engaged with me in extensive dialogue, especially interested in cemeteries, she visited all over Europe. She stirred in me dialogues about life and death, scenes recalling Edgar Allen Poe's scenarios of life and death. The death through a most unfortunate accident of Lady Di, left an indelible mark on this poet feeling a deep shock about her terrible end, most dramatic, raising many questions with unsatisfactory answers. I dedicated a poem for her, Queen of the Hearts. An extended row of events, sweet, seductive, painful, entertaining, passionate, and saddening haunted the poet at that time, especially a last true love that still lingers on the mind of this poet, an earth shaking erotic experience, rattling the poet's existence, finishing him off to be through with love, at least for a long time. Which Muse will follow now?