What’s a muse?
I never understood its meaning until the day that I met you.
Before, everything that moved me was in pains of black and blue.
Your brightness, although familiar, feels so special, light, strong and new.
When our waking worlds combined,
You meet me deep in dreamland and everything changed,
I used to die every night, rising mornings with augmenting pains.
Light is just a metaphor for illumination and understanding,
You pour it into my dreams, and now I can understand me.
Be me.
With my muse.
We dream freely.
ALways ONE never ALONE 