Sunday, August 31, 2014

Inspiration and muse

I opened you up to a treasure that
in immediacy was incomprehensible
but when you opened yourself up to
your reality you made my gift
seem sand grain, mustard seed, infantile.
Be a magic that can sustain those you reach to
bathe in a light multitudinal and monumental.
Be genuine and magnanimous except with those
who will use your light or attempt to dally with your
spiritual elevation.
Be forever and transient
Light, love and us
for I'll be there on a sunny day and
in the light of a street lamp.

Please dream of me, because I do dream of you.