Muse of Fire in Sky

 

I see an angel in the sky before thy, 

Certain to being here for me,

For why else could I be in front of thee. 

To inspire and bring fire to muse for sea.

To birth a view that now becomes two. 

Oh how lucky to be me, too, you say, for a musings my way,

For me being me and loving you in my play.

I see an angel in the eye,

A presence glowing, floating high

Certain to be, to breathe, to see,

For coming two stand in front of me.

To stirring the flames, to sparking thy muse,

Two birthing in sea, to dream and choose.

A view once one, now shaped in two,

Oh, how lucky, me you.

For the spiritual love making vibrating wave,

A musing’s song singing rifts my way.

Me, being me, in love, in play,

Bringing fire to light in say,

Too muse of fire in sky.

Grateful for being your loving I.