as the pen effects flourishes of inner thoughts
we are joined in a spiritual embrace
and yet by whom i do not know ...
my poetic muse

"running by the stream
i stumble and fall,
and only then i see
the beauty of the earth"

as in a trance my hand begins to write
and for a fleeting moment sense
a ghostly image suspended in the room ...
my poetic muse

"i meet my love
in an open field,
beneath the radiant moon
a romantic tryst enfolds"

i pause and search within my mind and soul
and see a gleam of light within
which shows a life from long ago ...
my poetic muse

"at the grave i stand
somber and sad,
and only then i see
fleeting moments of life"