A poem to the Internet Muse:. A lonely hour, a lonely day in quiet reverie I spend My thoughts a jumble of chaotic disarray and stress The problems of the mundane world in which I dwell Amid the business I find a chance to stop, to breathe And in such a moment I receive a message written by heart In which, with poet's words you do impart a missal A reminder of the real, the lovingness of how you feel And indeed the mystery, sweet mystery of the Muse... That gave such nimble fingers inspiration to impart... To touch this beating, waiting, lonely heart... With a deft swift flight of fancy and bemusement... With no little amusement and delight... In reading that mystery of ions that through "sending"... Are amending any sadness in the way... To thus have gladdened the end of my long day... Thank you, dear friend. Poetry