The Muse
In search of song we squeeze out stanzas
The booming beat of rhymed bonanzas
The search for the perfect line
The crafting of a work so fine
For deep within us the need arises
To pour out word and rhythmic surprises
To bring forth from the deepest muse
Word to delight and rhythms to enthuse
From high above the light shines down
And wipes the brow from worried frown
And seeps the soul in creative essence
As in light we reflect His presence
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015
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