the words tickled
a rare thing thinking
less of myself for this pleasure
should never but always
shoulder to Muse
heave compassionate
because we yearn to be compelled
because pride makes us credulous
because the sun shines
warmer on my face
because of what, ignored,
faces my back
Tanec Rayl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-if-i-m-lost/
