25th March 2009

Sheltered in shadow of flickering flame,
my muse awaits our dancing game.

Clear the clutter, set the scene,
lay the fire, dull the sheen
of modern life, crisp and clean.

Sheltered in shadow of flickering flame,
my muse awaits our dancing game.

Make a start, spread your wings,
stretch your mind, consider things
that challenge thought or pull heart strings.

Follow fancy's fickle flight
along the lonely trails of night
until you find your guiding light
that leads you to the final site
of inspiration shining bright.

Bite the bullet, grasp the horn,
fight the fast approaching dawn
for now your masterpiece is born.

Sheltered in shadow of flickering flame,
my muse awaits our dancing game.