Muse, I pray, send my muse deepest rhythms
of your chanting to aid her growing song.
On her mountain crest in flaring crimson
of dawn, where she loves to view river’s long
sequined never-ending flowing to sea,
share with her your scent of pines, moist-slick stones,
all aromas winds can bring – reverie
of imagery. When oceanside alone
yet not alone, guide her gaze, her every
touch of white sand and sea grass, smell of salt
air, call of gull and sandpiper. Vary
her view so each day brings fresh hues. Please halt
all fear from blurring her focus. Bring light –
inspiration’s flame – through both day and night.
Roger Armbrust
June 22, 2015
