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If one speaks but gently
And listens with the mind
Open up your heart and soul
A vision will appear
Of love or hate or laughter
Of song or stars or gods
Of time or dance or sorrow
Her name is Sarah
And she is mine alone
Gifted by the gods
My Muse to forever be
Your Muse awaits you also
Among the Nine, one will
Always be there for you
But if your need be great
Apollo or even Zeus may
In their own way
Gift unto you your Muse
To be with you forever
That with her gifts
Through you, your own
Knowledge will be found
In humility and trust
To let the teachers Nine
Give their knowledge
That yours will find
The nurturing gift of
Love to share.
What did I do to deserve sitting...
Writing...among such greatness?
What kind deed went remembered
That I have long forgotten?
I thought I knew what good was
But now I know what great is!
With words so tightly woven
Thread spun a pure whit cotton
Your prose captures our attention
and refuses to let it go
A scent my nose remembers well
A tale to tell, but so much sweeter
Curiosity pokes at my conscience
and I wonder who did you once know?
Who inspired such haunting words
Oh, if I could but meet her!
She must have been something special
Something rare and exquisite too
Must've been breathtakingly beautiful
So much so, it must've been hard to hide
Or then again, maybe it wasn't her at all
Maybe the beauty lies deep within YOU
Perhaps it's your talent you grace us with
That can't hide it's beauty when you write
For it was as true as the wind and rain that in the heart of love, another came, as I reach for hour glass, smile claims, a tear left over from my short reign, exceptional write.. Walt