The Oracle and the Muse
My beloved Poet
Whose words of symmetry I admire
What truths in your poetry
Do I inspire?
Would you risk being thought foolish
When from solitude you move
As you strive to improve?
Are you seeking something new
Maybe a dream to come true?
No matter how far away
Don’t let your Muse slip or stray
For when she was born
She felt the words in her soul
And made them her own
The essence of all poets
Derived from the exquisite and sublime
In this life of yours and mine
The Greeks did not believe
In writing obituaries you see
About the deceased, they would merely ask:
“Did he have passion?”
So my dear Poet
Your Muse wishes to ask
With respect and compassion
That very same question of the ancients
It is by some fortunate accident
That our paths have crossed
You, the Oracle and I, the Muse
Who when alone, were lost.
From such special serendipity
Came the inspiration
To eclipse self pity with a poet’s passion
To fight the Black Dog despite his persistence
To overcome trials and tribulations
And the tyranny of distance
And to know that our dedication
Is without reservation.
by Maria D'Alessandro
