For my Muse

For my Muse

muse

Softly, softly touch my forehead

lovely and holy you look upon me

for when I was soft with youth

you were there

for when I was old and worn

you were there

Kindly, kindly cover my head

benevolent and with compassion

you look towards me

for when I was cold and aloof

you were there

for when I was lava and fiery

you were there

Gently, gently cross my chest

forgiving and loving you see me

for when I was alone and a cast away

you were there

for when I was a cajoler and praised by many

you were there

Warmly, warmly you touch my feet

closing my casket the same way you rocked my cradle

you are here

by Anja Marais

2017-05-02T12:57:05+00:00