For the poem I used the title "Ondine" A water Spirit.....legend has it that she is a free and loving Spirit but without a Mortal soul...but to gain one she has to leave her Waters...but she doesn't simply leave the waters...she is pulled from them by the man fishing...exploring the deep waters where she hides...she has to come out into the light of day...the man who had reached so far down into the waters sees her but can not understand her beatuy......she falls in love with this fisherman...marries and a child is born of both of them (the Spiritual, Her and the Mortal, The Fisherman)...but then she becomes mortal also...and begins to die...

That strikes me as the way any work of Art is Created....the Muse has no soul, is formless in the waters of our soul...and at times hides deep with the waters of ourselves...that Mystery within each of us...she/or he...is formless creation...chaos...
the Art, that Child, lives in the Infinite....WE pull Ondine from those waters...we love on an Artistic level...it is a love that there is no word for......we become one...she gives Birth to our child...a work of Art...but the work then becomes Mortal...the moment we create it...it becomes finite...no longer infinite...it begins to die...no work of art lives forever...so I wrote these words....Now I am not saying this is how it works for us all...but for me...yes.