My Muse

My Muse This muse – personal trainer of my pen, This restless spirit pacing in imagination’s sanctuary, Gathers fleeting moments into anticipation’s tabernacle Swaddles divine laughter, brooding gloom and holy fire With scented leaves from her perfumed garden Hallowed space clothed in inspiration Where my love and loss embrace in genesis Shooing away paralyzed procrastination To transcend into creation lyrics and lines In a cloistered hermitage of rhymes and rhythms Drifting through defiant midnight in dopplers With ultrasound colors of fading rainbows Like pinpoints of ice or fleeting romantic dews - Drawn from vaults of the eternal’s benediction – Waking my insomniac meditations So in my deafness I may hear her abiding presence, In mystical and magic lines like prisms glow Follow through Dusky passages of visions Poetic shame tattooed in rust Enthralled by Her faceless sacred songs played in my heart So we join hands Then lift our tousled words in nude prayers and pleas In the unbroken sacramental circle of life Cried to the four winds, seas and oceans To praise the infinite everlasting. 1-4-23