I am sorry, Muse
I know you're there
Your brilliant light is here somewhere
Fill me up
Cheer me on
Come to me in
words and song
Whisper, scream - I don't care
Just help me trust the power flare
this voice... the flash... the flow... the pulse
Heal me, hold me
Break me, mold me
Bid me practice, forget perfection
Nudge my memory dream direction
Dance, my Muse
and smell the bread
In you, through you, I am fed.
~Robin, 10/27/08
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