To my muse
in all her guises:
my raiment –
cloaked in nature
naked in passion
silent in mystery
bubbling in spirit
my wellspring –
dark in gestation
bright in revelation
spitting in anger
cooing in love
my instrument –
shuddering in despair
stretched in hope
whimpering in sadness
resounding in joy
my visage –
bashful in some ways
boastful in others
whispering in the night
singing in the day
my companion –
often away
but never far
never gone
forever
— Wayne Visser