Secret Fire

Early morning, awakened soul and like a stained glass window
I had a dream last night through color projected by sunlight
Meandering through realms invited leaving lanterns ignited
The brilliance of secret fire harmonizing and soothing
Intricately woven, I have seen tears in rain, slowly moving
Just a brush, a touch, nothing much but then it floods
Mesmerized by a moment with a likeness to no other
From a delicate distance, appearing from an eastern shore
Stirring what emotions have befallen me, I look for more
Soaring on ruminations alone, I have discovered a muse.