Flight of the Muse
Atop her gentle dragon
with its colossal wings outstretched,
snorting fire in rainbow colors,
music and poetry flowing out
into the calm from its red body,
honey dripping from its chin,
she races with the shooting stars
and rides with the quiet thunder,
the voice of the gentle tempest
with the light of the lightning,
showing the way to her destination,
her charity overflowing,
her joy written upon her face,
the loveliest of the sisters,
her secrets locked in her coffer,
sealed in sweet spices and herbs,
swathed in harmony and verse,
a tablet with a poem etched in gold,
a harp and a note to
pluck on the strings,
a melody to blend with the birds,
a harmony to melt the ice,
a thought to trigger the imagination,
a voyage in time back to childhood,
a day of fun and games,
to make up stories and run and play,
to jump into the clouds
and paint the sun a different color,
to blend them with other colors,
to stand back and admire them,
to let the beauty fill your heart
with gladness and wonder,
to lift your feet off the ground,
to bring you to a new sensation,
a different place than you were before,
and a knowledge of
what you’re capable of,
and everything that you
wished you could be.
