Three Muses

(Dedication: For Ann) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Man makes gods here to quench desire; Urge and surge flood the pathway sight; Sense hint and cheer in burning pyre; Embrace warm blood in glimpse of light; See phantoms near that play with fire. Meet your true soul in vibrant feel; Endow your passage with lines and rhymes; Leap as one whole the charms that thrill; Etch your message in space and time; Touch warm and cold in hot and chill; Exult this age with sanguine chimes. Preach in good acts the way you live; Reach with fond zest the love that grows; Ask for wise tact to bless and give; Choice sculpts your best as wonder shows; Truth is the way that nature funds; Ignite passion with faithful play; Charm frees sure say with wit and pun; Express action as insight stays. Meet your self here with ample cheer; Note that free will lives like a hint; Expose faith dear with heart sincere; Move with goodwill with fragrant tints; Evolve swift steer as fun appears. Mould your aspect as dreams fulfill; Erase the pain of mistakes made; Mix spirit's tact with precious till; Observe wise gain in inner trade; Rise to soul pact as heaven thrills; Yield to refrains that never fade. Ample love lives in soul that sings; Outline the scope of living dreams; Indulge and give joy that you fling; Discern that hope can fund all schemes; Empty of ifs, let action sling. Sing sacred hymns that spur your heart; Opt to be clear with mind that feels; Now sense the lymph flirt with sure art; Glimpse love draw near to touch and heal. Meet all you meet with lovely cheer; Yield to the heart the way of soul; Trust truth to greet beauty right here; Host a fine start that spreads the whole. Time follows time in space you pace; Allow your code to make a mark; Love spins each rhyme in place you trace; Etch your abode as soul fire sparks; See beyond chimes love's wondrous face. Wise is the man who understands; Observe the flaws of malice sown; Reap from sure plan what spirit can; Doubt man-made laws corrupt and known; Sense a sure scan that light attends. Leon Enriquez 05 May 2014 Singapore (Notes: The Roman scholar Varro relates that there are only three Muses: one who is born from the movement of water, another who makes sound by striking the air, and a third who is embodied only in the human voice. The three Muses are: 1. Melete (Practice), 2. Mneme (Memory), and 3. Aoide (Song). The Muses play in this Acrostic poem.)