Go gentle into the yield (Edit 2)

[Mungo man]

The Muses sang on mount Helicon
but a richer fountain of inspiration
sprang up and melted the mountain.
Graceful strength flowed
from within the hoof stuck sacred mount.
Once released, the flood gushed down the slopes
in a joyous overflow, where it danced
as glimmers of hope in puddled cups.
Creativity, mounted on wings of unbridled dreams,
swam the great divide from heart to mind
and filled the clay pots with poetry.

Like a leaf in still waters,
I quiet myself.
The inner steel is set aside as I wait
in softness, yielded to the need to be joined.
The smallest flicker of motion
becomes an avalanche
of information that moves in waves;
ripples that quicken and bring to birth
the whispered invitation.
The offered step is taken,
the un-haltered horse turns.

Subtle undercurrents
of connection swirl,
momentarily held
in deep pool reflections,
that are measured in mirrored steps.
Breath mingles, held by fragile trust,
a bond forged by that first touch.
The waters of Hippocrene
will carry this lifeless leaf
beyond the pride of the fall,
to distant shores where I can let go
and dance with gentle strength
as I whisper my reply.

I suppose I should start off by telling you that I like it. I really do. Although the first paragraph could probably be lightly edited (by yourself) at a later date because it's the weakest part in my opinion. The rest of it however Is really good.

It's vividly imagined and leaves room for just enough interpretation to make it exciting.
The end was beautiful, the perfect whispering finale, a reversed crescendo of understated beauty.

Bravo.