I have fought
and wondered
surrendered
and celebrated
Been awe
struck
and dumb
founded
I have been foolish
and winsome and wise
I have been lost and found
and wandered
mysterious paths
Paths on the edge of reason
and the edge of obsession

So this is muse!
She who sends you spinning wildly
wildly spinning
Who knew?
I always thought muse
would be some gentle
breeze that whispered to you
And so it is
except the warm breath in your ear
drives you delirious
And you look upon that which you called sanity
and you want it not

You want only to catch this nymph
and hold her
Hold her in your arms
But she will only surrender upon the page
and so she sends you spinning there
For you would go anywhere
she is
and if this is it
So be it 

February, 20,2002