Art of the Muse

Since  days of yore When the Muse wove tales and ancient lore... Epics of fairies, elves and gnomes, The Muse gave birth to the soul of poetry, filling many tomes Out of his many dreams Inspiration sprang forth like babbling waters on golden streams;   Flowing effortlessly in continuous streams The ancient words of yore Took shape from the Muse’s dreams Woven by the poet’s pen into ancient lore. Enduring years on dusty shelves, the people read the tomes Stories done in verse about giants, fairies and gnomes; Sometimes the Poet’s work is difficult; He must ask the gnomes For the healing waters of the Muse’s streams So they may continue to fill more tomes And continue the blessed legacy inspired in days of yore And spun from golden threads into ancient lore From the warehouse of the Muse’s dreams   We’ve inherited the treasures of the ancient tomes They fortify our dreams With the riches found in days of yore Of troves dug out of gold mines by the good gnomes And panned in the golden streams As told in the golden pages of the ancient lore   Thus is the Poet’s lore... Their live’s vocation is to fill numerous tomes And from the running waters on the golden streams Of their imaginings they spin tales out of their dreams And conjure up the elves and gnomes Created since the days of yore The poet’s lore, the children of his dreams house the fairies, giants...gnomes and runs in quiet streams And so it has always been the job of poet’s ever since the days of yore                                   Mary Gonzalez (c) 20002000, Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 09:04 AM PST, Mary Aris   0 • 10