copper luster moon half full
low and nesting on a cotton cloud
sailing on the silhouette
of the darkened dunes horizon
ever steady sounding surf
arrests the rhythm of my breathing
vast unending sea of stars
tows me up through timeless awe
I'm easily forgotten here
beach bound brother of the hungry gull
stilled—I listen for the turning
of the heavens' hidden wheels
soon comes wafting on midnight's breeze
the muses' mystic melodies
their great and godly rosined bow
smoothly sweetly sliding strokes
the taught and eager strings of my soul
effusing tunes the sounds of grace
of mystery—of grand design
of Love—the Source of space and time
I need the muse—the muse needs me
between us—Evolution's deal
the man yearns toward divinity
the muse needs hearing to be real.