Last night,
my muse wrote to me;
her feelings on an A4,
it was a page full;
answers sought;
emotions poured;
she asked of my pen
and my poetic touch
I read the letter on a phantom;
every bit, I fathomed;
she asked for my pen that pens;
my ink that inks;
my lines and verses;
stanzas and rhymes;
ballads and odes;
my poem and it's touch
Dear poetic self,
heed your muse;
write on water,
blow words in air,
scribble on marble,
imprint on the hall of fame,
touch hearts poetically;
thank you muse,
you enliven my zeal.