The Muse

I can hold my pen and pause for hours,-
to tap my perceptions powers-
till the papers are all filled,
with poems whose origins,
are the pangs of an anguished soul,-
The Muse is a fountain,
flowing from the unknown depths of our being
No external source is it,
inner life is the most secret existance,
and gives us inspiration in our remotest feeling
to write what no pen has written before-