Come to me, inspiration

Late at night 

When my children sleep

And my beloved lies still


I lay in wait

As if huddled in a den

Listening for a wolf out in the snow

An elemental man

Reaching for the quiver, the unstrung bow

Hoping to draw forth

Some deep harmonic flow

To conjure from a formless depth

The self revealed within my breast


May passion, thought and joy collide

The star be seen

The path, the guide

Late at night when all is still

The distillate of conscious will