I, desperately need my Muse
'not just to whisper, but to whistle and
blow loud and clear
to unhook the verbal straps
to ease the spiritual restlessness
to restore the temporal and celestial balance
to scorch away diablerie ghosts
nestling secretly in smudgy shadowy corners
seeping into the sleeping literary sores
causing bizarre blisters burning away
Oh Muse! I know You will
not desert me'
I wait for You to illumine
what in me became dark
Please restore the effulgence'