An INVITATION TO THE MUSES
AN INVITATION TO THE MUSES
Daughters born of the dark
Pool of memory, and the spark
That ignites what will be
If you’re willing, come to me
Let me drink your divine
Inspiration, Muses nine
Table’s laid, come and dine
I have fruit and I have wine
Sing to me that I may sing to you
Sing to me that I may sing to you
Sing to me
Sing to me
Come as beauty, come as art
Fill the vessel of my heart
Plant a seed that I start
Weave your Magic, play your part
Ancient wisdom, tales told
Make the new from what was old
Bring the past into the now
If you’re willing, show me how
Sing to me that I may sing to you
Sing to me that I may sing to you
Sing to me
Sing to me
Beauty flow from my hand
Like sacred rivers through the land
Weave your Magic, set me free
If you’re willing, come to me
If you’re willing, come to me