Though I may be tempted br I shall not fall below br to gravities; br br dive beneath life's geography br to Depression's br crevice br and ravine. br br I shall not sip Dark Sufferings- br Edgar Allen Poe elixirs; br unredemptive dark poetries. br br I will not cuddle dread, br or slurp Death's Gruel. br I will stand up to br wily winds. br br I will not paper mache br enthusiasms br with gravity fittings br ill placed. br br Each day I'm one beacon light br when I can; br the Woodland Sprite some times. br br I'll kiss with tulip lips- br pail and shovel lift; br sand box play; br br I will finger-paint the open sky- br my heart-purse opened wide; br my secret places revealed. br br No dark birds br and Raven wings here. br br The oars br on the river Styx br will not be dipped. br br This my earthly muse br and Poetic Creed. br My creation is br Hope. br and it 's Progeny: br Creativity.