I was up late one night, alight with a heavenly oil…
Typing as fast as my hands would allow,
Striving to explain the Muse alight in my soul…
Glowing with a heavenly oil.
I reached a point where I lost my voice,
Then He hit AUTOSAVE…to deliver me,
When I find myself wrestling with the midnight quill,
That only His love can light.
By Máire Ní Bhroin