Poem Number Two

POEM NUMBER TWO

(the Muse)

Whence cometh the Muse?

I suppose She comes when She wants

To toss my Brain and Heart around

She comes from a place

That knows how to stir the

Passions in my heart to boil

While constantly reminding me that

False and empty hope

Are my enemies

I know now I should

Tend to and

Cultivate and listen to

that graver, wiser voice

But She, the Muse,

Always gives the spark of hope that

Makes me knowing of the larger image

And I see and I sit,

Now quietly knowing the Truth

~Christopher Hughes 9/11/2010