To The Muse

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Summer of 2003

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...

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