O Inspiration! Why do your waters ripple around my toes,
Instead of enveloping me in your waves?
Why am I forced to walk along your shores
When I long to bathe deep in your waters,
Like the poets of old.
O Muses! Why do you dance around my fingertips,
Like a flame blown in the wind?
Why do you shower me in cold emptiness?
Instead of grace me with your warm gifts.
Can you not come down from your Greek Mount?
Inspiration, can you not send a wave to swathe me?
As I sit naked on your shores?
O ye who reads this!
May this poem be your muse,
And may it be your ship,
To sail on deeper waters.