THE MUSE SPEAKS

A poem about the voice of my Muse.

Forever I'll type
and listen to that voice.
Quiet but sure,
I type up His words;
Forever I'll type.

Whatever He says
I'll write down those words;
Its meaning so deep,
Only He can reach.

"Promises are never forgotten,
But vague words drift by;
Promise a promise,
and eternity writes its line.

"Hope carries all
to safety and
to shelter.

"Fear holds down all
to trouble and
to tears.

"A magical place
is always near;
flap your wings
and you will find,

"The place inside
is the most magical
of all, the most
beautiful of them all."

So the voice concedes
in this day,
He has spoken.

"Promise not a lie;
Hope covers all,
and never neglect
the magic within"