Inspiration

I essayed to call into being a song

I sighed for thoughts which would belong

But words could not be uttered by my tongue

Calling forth a blow to my spirit as I remained headstrong

I inquired into matters of routine

I tasted its fruit but it was saline

Then reached for branches of innovation but they appeared pristine

Turned to the garden of romance but it failed to keep me keen

A whim dubbed me beneath the legs of Adam and Eve

Towards their delusion of the divinity and their grief

I cast a glance at the contemplation on the divine and one's belief

Spared an inch of time for things a bit impossible to conceive

My mind appeared to be delighted by this subject

As far as my tongue was concerned a poetic word was no more a reject

A spring inside me started to flow, started to eject

Verses of the celestial, written out of admiration and respect