MUSE

Your voice like a blessing

Cast over me in my sleep

Your words like water

Pouring forth from the fountain

That bubbles and gurgles

In the far corner of the garden –

The fish, frogs, and mermaids

Echoing the secret

That brings spring with it

In each sentence and syllable

Telling me not what I want to hear

But more of what I need to know

In my ongoing effort

To not just listen

But understand.