The Spark

We write the tales of joy
Sharp words we do employ
From deep within the heart
The purpose of our part

We walk on virgin roads
And work in stranger modes.
With care we do progress
Despite the great distress

With passing of the times,
The poets and the rhymes
With love they do infuse
The blessings of the muse.

Around the world and back
We're kept along the track
By muses as they speak
They make the boldest meek

And blessed are the ones
That find her when she runs
In circles through our heads
While sleeping in our beds

In dreams is where she lives
Through inspiration gives
The words we hope to use
The blessing of the muse