Cyndy, my inspiration lady, J.D., our youngest son, and Me
Inspiration Lady
Inspiration Lady,
Could I please have this dance?
To the tune of tender mercies
And tragic circumstance.
The jester is immobile,
While the poet stands alone:
The optimist turns sinner
Trying to pull the sword from stone.
Inspiration Lady,
You have opened up my heart;
It lies open – ready – willing,
Act One, Scene One, first part.
Yet Act Two could never happen,
Beginning could be end,
A letter is never pleasantly received,
That is not pleasantly sent.
On the other hand, love is “feel-good,”
When “feel-good” is the intent,
But the joy is in the giving,
It cannot be borrowed or lent.
Inspiration Lady,
The poet looks at you,
And sees the beauty of a thousand years
through an entirely different hue.
The jester sits and laughs at himself,
The poet merely perceives,
The lady is astoundingly beautiful,
if she would just believe.
Inspiration Lady,
Could I please have this dance?
To the tune of tender mercies
and tragic circumstance.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.