Once I had these words afloat
They seemed to gain
A life of their own
They straggled along
A rivers edge
Into a field
And never left
The urge to find
The perfect scene
Of tulips buttercups
Everything
Like crystal flows of sparkling
Water straight out
The mountains tops
Like fluffy clouds
All gay so free
Like all that was
Once a mystery
Like lips they spoke my name
In angel tongue so virginally
Amazed I could
But admire she
That muse that
Doth inspire me.