TO THE MUSE
When sitting in the twilight zone between
The dark of night and dawn, pad on my lap,
Pen in my hand, awaiting sights unseen
To rise in my imagination—snap
Me to attention, set my hand in motion
My pen making notations on the page,
Describing a surprising novel notion
As if by the enchantment of a mage,
It’s then—as now—I feel mysterious power
Inhabiting the universal void,
Assisting all creative minds to flower,
Assuring their full talents are deployed.
With gratitude to that creative source,
I praise what keeps my poetry on course.