the silken thread that binds me
to the voice of the muse
vibrates with her subtle speech
in a way i can’t refuse
stitching heart and mind
though tenuous and fine
the beauty of this filament
is illumined and divine
and though i’ll never claim it
i will seek it all my days
until at last i’m laid to rest
no more to leave her gaze
feeling grateful for my on-again, off-again connection to the void