FOUND

I am quite well served by her

My ever present muse

But when she doth refuse me

My palettes pallid ruse

So I must serve her,

Feed her!

Be her ever present host

Lest she leave me like a phantom

Oh I behave for such a ghost!

But she hides there in each moment

If I can stay in such a state

As to see her in my blindness

'Less she ever go away

We coddle sacred spellings

Share and love our give-and-take

She's servant when I am master

But I am otherwise her slave!

Sometimes we travel boundless

Though I'll long for her denouement

For within it hides her name

So I strive to make atonement

Make amends with pleasing language

Work to build her sacred form

Though she hide often in a woman

They are few and far from norm!

Frightful waves beseech her reign

'Til her gaze rains down upon me

Though once employed

- she's ever clever

In each phase of my anointing

I hold tight and find my footing

Lest she come and strike me down

Then feel the break

- That washes over

When at last her name is found