I walk along a stone-walled path
And I can’t help but look for the sign that was not there
But I look nonetheless,
Just because He told me it was there…
Who says a poet does not need a muse?
Even the sunflower follows her sun,
And all rivers look forward to the ocean.
But unique a muse must be.
Just as the sun dominates the sky
And the ocean devoid of all its man-made names,
Is but One ocean…
And whatever he may be;
My muse, my Sun, my Ocean
My Inspiration, My Light, My Home
I am grateful,
For the piece of sanity in an insane world
For the smiles in an almost lonesome existence
For the clarity in a muddled life…
And as I walked along that stone-walled lane,
I smiled not because I saw the sign,
But because he told me it was there…