Silent Eloquence of a Mystic Muse

I fail to find a verb or form a phrase
without the grace of your divine design.
I crave to offer you deserved praise 
embroidering my mind with mint-fresh rhyme,
enabling me to strum a harp sublime.
Weightless words arise from depths of silence-
dulcet tunes of inner soul alliance.


Lavender and lilac scent your pages,
and fragrance that's invisible to sense
echoes mystic chimes of ancient sages
to saturate my quill with sweet incense.
It permeates what wisdom must condense 
for veils of ignorance to be withdrawn
so radiance of truth can herald dawn.

Written by :

Integrity