More than a muse

Is writing like your favourite pet?    
keep it warm in each typeset  
let it be the font that you select    
    
A luxury, the indulgent need    
the window's of a soul exposed    
the oak grows tall, from the acorns seed    
   
Loves carvings on the bark    
the knife that cut outlines of heart    
flint arrows, each line composed    
   
The line that's drawn, on the  archers  bow      
is it, the life coach, that helps you grow.    
Sinew, stretched taught in each elbow    
   
Vanities catgut tight, across the bridge    
resonance within the wood    
heard tune, in appreciation or misunderstood    
   
For the star's they whisper sweet    
a played refrain, in a myriad of key's    
the stillborn baby cries!    
   
Excitement is the act of exorcise,    
gestation,    
for the gaze.    
How cute that child,    
in each parent's eyes    
   
Is there time for prayers and grace?    
laurel's they will not suffice    
a starting pistol, the inner self, its own dictates,    
as clean white page awaits