A Letter To My Muse

(After a poem by Abekah Emmanuel on Poemhunter.com) Now I feel soaked in regret For my thoughtless neglect, While in fearful shadows you waited My return to more poetic realms. Did I seem deaf to your voice And blind to your presence? Oh, but it was not true I swear, My future's a blank page without you. Forgive my indiscretion, my lack, For pen in hand, I wait for your leading. Fill my heart with your deepest ink, Let my words be your flowering. Who desires to escape your smile, The clear harmonies of your vision? Would I sacrifice warmth, light, and Music's charm to simply be alone? If foolishness is to be my lot, Let me be foolish in loving you, Let your truth strike me like an arrow That finds my heart without fault. Brian Johnston June 12, 2015