‘Muses come instead of sleep’
Yesterday I was hoping for some sleep
But the muse came and took the lead.
She took me to the land of ambrosia,
Of milk and honey, sweet scents.
She filled my mind with reveries
Instead of thoughts of the day.
She took my hand with gentle grasp
And gave me a pen decorated with wild feathers.
Then one plume fell onto the ground,
The flower of fern grew on the floor
And despite the calmness of the weather
I couldn’t fall asleep any more.