Spirit Muse

 

[ I ]
The host of me is sound asleep
This is when deepest most I reach
Till she awakens unaware
From planting of a seedling where
The launching of a thousand ships
Pen on the trade winds many trips.

[ II ]
I am the Mesa where I see
From all directions’ canopy.
I am the rainbow’s lightning rod;
The rainbow is a sign from God
Who is in all things, ne’er forgot,
He gave to thee a skill, thy lot.

Who spreads a spectral light’s embrace
O’er this unclaimed high desert place.
In this, an arid life unmark’d,
Gives reason to the barren rock,
The eagle’s perch, and Joshua
In Winter, Spring, Summer & Fall.

[ III ]
My tawny one with hair of light,
To scan the firebrands of night.
The path you walk unevenly;
You know the ghosts I let you see.
You know me when you’re on your own,
You seek the truth, I am your home.