Photograph courtesy of RGR
What if I simply write today
with the Muses at my side?
Their thoughts alight on waves of sound
(and make my heart and eardrums pound)
as they lead me on my way.
Sitting alone invites them in
with intention as the draw.
Creative sprites control the flow
(so consciousness knows where to go)
while they take me for a spin.
Muses inspire with sight and song,
and their voice becomes a guide
to steer my flight through inner space,
so when sensations start to race,
I end up where I belong.
Journeying in to heights unknown
or to depths of strength and awe
concludes the rites of artistry,
devised to set my thinking free,
and their words become my own.
For once I’m in that sacred zone,
it’s clear I’m not alone….
I must be here to make their message known.