The Lutenist sings of his Muse

                 Tell those who wait

with quiet hope that she will still come

             an ebbing fantasy for some

                     for others fate

                 that time brings light

          to poets with agnostic views

            who celebrate a private muse

                        so infinite

                 she will not come

     to those who sing her beauty most

        or to those who do their duty

                     at their post

                 she waits for those

    to find her where she often hides

   besides us where our fortune rides

                   seek her there

                she can be found

         ignorance is a cloak for fools

     cast it away    give her jewels

                let love resound

          © Dick Russell, 2013, 2023