The Master Muse...

To write the pure and unadulterated essence of a heart…
The intrinsic and inestimable value of a single soul…
To put into words what others cannot imagine to say…
Is such a great and awesome gift, of infinite worth…
And one we ever learn and never cease to tire of...

How I can love thee in words as clear as crystal…
And words as soft as the kiss of the morning…
How I can lift your spirits high and undefeatable…
And your hopes as lofty as an eagle on a mighty wind…
But with the words of my soul and yearning entity…

I call into being your spirit of truth and freedom…
Draw into power the force of the life that is you…
Water the seeds of what is the magnificence,
Of who you can be, and who you already are…
That which already dawns in the birthplace of your soul…

I am the husbandman of your garden of dreams…
The caretaker of your most beautiful thought…
The inspiration of all in you that is exquisite and unique…
The furnace of your passion and consuming fire…
The essence of who you really are and are becoming…

Come away my love, my fair one, come away…
To the place of fellowship and belonging and life…
To the place of renewal and redefinition…
To the place where all is new and fresh and free…
And the chrysalis opens wide to reveal such joy…

(C) oracle55 2005