*FOR KATHERINE CHRONOS
THOUGHTS
TURNING OVER AND OVER/ TO BAKE
LIKE NOTES IN THE RAYS
OF SOME DIVINE FIRE,/
MY MUSE
RISES
FROM HER NEWLY BLOSSOMED BED
IN THE FLOWERS OF A FIERY CLEAN
FOREVER/ CATCHES A SWEET
BREEZE FROM HEAVEN/ MY MUSE
COMES TO ME/ COMING TO MIND
A WILD CHILD
RESPLENDENT/REBELLIOUS
MY MUSE FLIES…..
MY MUSE RUNS FROM ME…
WINGED AND WISE, MY
MUSE NEVER LETS ME
CATCH HOLD OF HER
UNLESS
I’M GENTLE……..FOR SHE
IS DELICATE AND DOES NOT
TOLERATE MY CLUMSINESS…AND
SO WITH HER, I’M
PRUDENT/TAKING CARE
AND THOUGHT TO ALL SERIOUSNESS
AND CLARITY
FOR CREATION IS
BEAUTIFUL,
AND THIS IS
WITHOUT END
OR FLAW.
RADIANT
IN HER PERFECTION
MY MUSE, GENTLE
AND PATIENT
AWAITS
MY CAREFUL HAND
AND
ONLY MERELY FOR
AN INSTANT…..FOR
THIS IS ALL TOTALITY TAKES
ALL FROM THE VAULTS OF ETERNITY
ALL OF THIS AND HEAVEN,
TOO, FROM JUST MY
SINCERE LOVING CALL……..
………FOR HER DIVINE
I N S P I R A T I O N
TO FILL
ME TOTALLY.
I’M NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK # 70
22, DECEMBER 1997