I was just a boy when Euphrosyne (music) first came to me.
She gave me a magic box with a special key.
Inside to my surprise where the ballerina ought to be, was a woman on guitar strumming a sweet melody.
The song etched in my brain now a timeless memory.
One of My Three Graces.
I didn't see them in the museum until Algaea (beauty) set this blind man free.
She opened up my bag of senses to finally teach my eyes to see.
Beauty comes in many forms to inspire creativity.
A rose in bloom drawn on a canvas is a new facsimile.
What you create in life is what you leave as legacy.
One of My Three Graces.
When finally, my beloved Thalia (poetry) came, she brought the gift of poetry (verse to me).
My passions found the words to my hearts desires underneath a weeping willow tree.
Empty pages and a feather quill spark opportunity.
Need to get the ink on paper to express my curiosities.
This poem that you’re reading now, kicks off volume three.
One of My Three Graces
I hold them all now tightly grasped
Protecting them like fragile glass.
They hold the dreams I still have for my future
And the peace I have with my past.
My Three Graces
