Inspiration ~

[Whimsical||MUSE;]

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There's a candle in the dark,
no, no it's a flower, morning glory of light --
spilling into my hands.
A fountain of youth gushing over my palms,
over my arms,
superseding ambition, love, hate
it exists, as I exist
for the sake of happiness.
For the sake of anything that could make me feel.
I am buried among the coils of the earths' heart,
and I vibrate.
I am effervescent in God's eye,
and smile as the light consumes everything.

It is fire, as I am fire.
It is love, as I am love.
I ache, yearn, want, tongue garbled and tied,
but it does not stop the longing,
does not stop the delicious craving in my gut
as I seek this forbidden fruit,
this metaphor that'll explain everything
this bit of truth that'll tear down the shades.

Here I am!
Do I scream it out? Dare I even utter a word?
No, no -- I will stay in silence, in this little bit of bliss,
this moment of utter abandon,
skin sizzling from need,
restlessness that invokes dreams of running.
Will I transform? A deer flies along the ground and I am tangled in
her racing heart.
The rabbit flees. A tiger yawns.
Fish slip away in the stream's current; I am evasive and cunning.
I'll spawn every year, for sure, for sure.
I cannot help but be drawn back to the same place,
the same faces, the same old road.
I cannot turn away,
so goodbye, goodbye
as I disappear in this light.

I will be back.