We write the tales of joy –
Sharp words we do employ.
From deep within the heart –
The purpose of our part.

We walk on virgin roads
And work in stranger modes;
With care we do progress
Despite the great distress.

With passing of the times –
The poets and the rhymes;
With love they do infuse
The blessings of the muse.

Around the world and back –
We’re kept along the track;
By muses as they speak –
They make the boldest meek.

And blessed are the ones
That find her when she runs
In circles through our heads –
While sleeping in our beds.

In dreams is where she lives –
Through inspiration gives
The words we hope to use;
The blessing of the muse.