Muse of Mine

Muse of mine come to me,
Delve down where visions creep,
Escape these ballads from the deeps,
Call back phantasmagoric beats,
So beyond they might be flung.

Moon filaments dance down upon my sleep,
into my tangled dreams do seep.
Come forth at last with no evasion,
For once obscured now crystal vision.

Untie my pains at poetry,
Scattered words within my mind,
Verses hanging there to find,
Help my soul a way to rhyme,
Onto my finger’s tongue.

2005,12,26
Tring-land
England