To the muse of sacred poetry
Muse, stand by me-
I hear your baritone voice in my dreams
Calling for pen to touch paper
Heavy with sensuality, to write for you,
A ghost of the past, an angel in the present,
Enigmatic about the future, silent only on whatever
Love has in store for me.
Speak to me, oh beautiful one,
As I drink my fill of your happiness,
Let me thrive in your laughter, your vibrance
As strong as your hands, the creators of
Music in the life I thought was dead.
Over your memory I create a new reality,
Needing your presence to sustain my every word...