My pen and notebook,
my trusted friends, who know me well,
through who I do invoke 
the spirit of what is beautiful and holy.
Through who I do share
the deepest thoughts and stirrings of my heart,
provide a space for wonder, 
peace and safety.
A riverbank of opportunities 
to shed what is not needed.
Together we dance on a current of an emotion driven muse,
the one whose tides are unpredictable and dear to me.
I know that muse, we are old friends.
She visits me in masks and guises 
that have no limit to inspire and lay bare 
what I didn’t even know I knew.
And when my trusted pen and wholesome page
open the gate and let her free,
and let her be,
she does take off her mask.

With blinding radiance she shines infusing my heart.
My heart infusing my hand.
And my pen gently guided by my hand lays down miracles.
I trust my friends and they trust me.
We make a good company.