My Omniscient Muse
My Omniscient Muse
Your celebrated absence
Over all these days
Has planted doubts in me
If I don't host you
As I must.
Your decisive delay
In leading my nib
To rub on those blank sheets
Has drowned many a stirring tale
In the pen full of ink,
Locking them up until eternity.
Yet, your omniscience, my Muse,
Like His,
Has but kindled hopes
In my primal being
Of your palatine presence
At some propitious time!