Discovering a Muse

The book has been closed for some time now and just a few weeks ago I picked it back up off the coffee table leaving an outline of dust. So many blank pages in between chapters saddened me so I found a pen and began scribing whatever text came to me. The thoughts were stirred and the ink began flowing as if in a frenzy. Having no idea what had taken over me I wrote the following words this morning and realized I had discovered a new muse.

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.

~ There should be more to bind us together than tear us apart

But loosely bound secrets I must press gently against my heart ~