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.

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