by He that Walks Unseen-(TV)
October 16, 2004
I spoke with a muse today
She was learned in ancient lore
She knew present things and past
And the ones that were to come
She was not born in my soul
But in meridional lands
Where the skin of men is dark
And where diamonds come from coal
She told there was a fountain
Of blue colors like the sky
Where a little boy was born
He was tender, short and shy
This little boy had dreams
About angels and the sea
About mariners and stars
And of kingdoms fair and free
The muse and the boy thus met
And they spent some time together
The boy then grew up and left
The muse followed him forever
When the boy a man became
He gave birth to a new land
This earth in the Middle lay
Between the hells and the skies
Creatures crept out of his mind
Angels, mariners and stars
Princes, kings and foes alike
A new world of joy began
Though a soldier the man was
Hatred he kept out of sight
And his weapons were his quills
And his blood his inkling nights
Nowadays the boy’s no more
He has gone into the West
His earthly body he lost
And his soul he set to rest
And the muse that I once met
Told me that her life is better
She still walks with the young boy
In the heavens of his letters