Sunday, January 27, 2008

She
My muse for greatness,
happiness she will usher.
I shed the coat of darkness,
scorning the dark angel pain.
Sunshine over darkness,
laughter over tears.
Speaketh not the language of old,
but she shall teach me tongues of new,
words of light and fire,
passionate and fiery.
Awkward shall my musing,
but fluid it soon be,
She.