Sing o muse, of my life so small
Of the love broken and dreams tall.
Sing o muse off happy times done,
Of life unlived and futures to come.
Hum the vibration of love into my being,
the truth of all that is unseen.
Hum the seasons that shape my name,
the quite battles fought without fame.
Sing of the echoes of laughter and pain,
Of lessons carved in wind and rain.
Of roads once chosen, and those left behind,
Of promises heavy on soul and mind.
But muse, do not linger in sorrow alone...
For seeds take root in the dark unknown.
Let your voice rise where new hope springs,
Where courage grows its hidden wings.
So sing, o muse, of the life I claim,
Of sparks that kindle from ash and flame.
For though the past may shadow the sun,
A brighter verse is still to be sung.
-B
