you are more than a Muse

more than the shell of mortal

raised up to a god

with how the heart perceives

you are older than the deities

worshipped by the faithless

armoured in their faith

you are the celestial dream

that waited in the dormant star

to be germinated with its own light

that grew so pure when it was born

entwined within the source

the volatile vibrations of the earth

were etched into your brow

with the extremes the universe

must know to wake the miraculous

and then knock the beauty down

with bare and bloodied knuckles 

in hard and tragic blows

you are the sunrise that rises again

in the face of the consequences 

of the storms and clouds

the moon that shares the light

and does not horde it for itself

the flashes and strikes

that remind the world of magic

come as fire

you are the old

that came too young
for the years that you had lived

and the noon that someday

will slip to dusk 

with the bright and widening

eyes of dawn

flowing wet with midnight's dew

the knower of knowing

before it is known

and reminder of truth

that's long been forgot

but to me you are 

the intimate remembrance 

I have felt so deep

I need no outside confirmation 

or reason to believe 

I've no regard for the

contrary or counter

or illusions of dreams

that come from the head

and not from the heart

you are my pilgrimage

of fathomless miles

that I will not bother to count

not a messiah nor an idol

crafted from the will of man

you are more than 

what men know how to dream

while they are yet still men

bound here to this earth

but to this woman 

who dares defy the magnanimity

of the more than sacred

more than seraphin

with the folly of what 

should be too humble 

to take such risks 

I see only what is greater

than what be confined

by holy name

you are

the embodiment

of awakened love