I ask the muses

I ask the Muses
to inspire me to write a poem
like none before composed.
To let my pen dispense
softer strokes and lines,
and rhythm and caressing psalms,
traverse the geography
of a woman’s thoughts;
To be a journey of life
 through the deep confines of her land;
to let it be of mine akin.
A poem to be for all a sacred temple,
an angel painted on its dome,
a place to call the world to the sermon,
and yet, for me, alone to read.
For in verse, I would become,
by a muse so gently tamed,
my most glorious tale,
 for all of the faith to hear and pray.
A Poem to You, my love proclaimed,
my tree, my limbs, and eyes,
my ears, my nest to roost
in ways, I cannot reckon.