She Touched the Water

She Touched The Water My muse touched the waters of a spring fed river She had a special gift to deliver Releasing the inspiration from deep within her She said “ Drink please witness about saint and sinner. Surrender your mind become a true believer. The line between real and fantasy, you can make it thinner.” So with my cupped hands I began to deeply drink Muted greys became a vibrant pink Thoughts and ideas were transformed into ink It was all so fantastic those things I could think She said “Write them all down or they’ll be gone in a blink.” Not all thoughts were happy some they made my heart sink. The more I drank the more I was elated Oh how easily I concentrated Ideas expressed tales of wonder consecrated Secretly I craved being congratulated What was written felt solid those things I created Wise, wonderful words emotionally weighted Wanting more and more I couldn’t be sated My magical muse began to worry about me Who I was or might soon be She said “I must share this burden to set you free” So next to the river she planted flowers and trees Other poets coming abated my dis ease She told them “Drink from the river, as much as you please! If you don’t I will cause it to freeze.” Our Muse whispered loudly “Poets take your words near and far. Be true kind and vulnerable let people know who you are. Hide messages in bottles Transport people to a distant star Sing from the rooftops Tell Limericks in a bar Poetry is music play tunes on a guitar Shine bright like a fire fly that has escaped from its jar!” Together we have community Being with the rare few Who share our lunacy The ones able to decipher these things that we see For us it’s a river this place we love to be Gardens free of enemies Green grass, rivers and trees We gather by the shore like birds and bees You are welcome to join us stay for as long as you please!