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!