~ A Creative Spirit ~

She sits there working, in a room

not unlike this room

the one where I write, or read

The light from the lamp

throwing shadows across the page

as the words appear to fade

She creates illusions in verse

and truths in rhyme

Let us imagine she is a muse

presiding over her art

Her poems, I will never know them

though they are the ones I need most

Her inventive mind with a camera’s eye

creates visions to tug at your soul

Let her have a loved one in the next room

let the door be opened

and the one who sleeps there be well

Let her have the time, the patience

and the silence

enough paper for mistakes

and the passion to

continue to create

© 2006

Carole Mathys