The unexpected arrival of the camouflaged, adored muse
Is the passion dynamite that always has a different fuse

Like the sound of her angelic voice across phone lines
Or the fading hoot of an owl drifting quickly by
The intoxicating scent of a breeze coming off the ocean sea
Or the whispered exhalation of a baby’s soft sigh
The crowning of the setting sun on a multi-colored horizon
Or the flickering of dancing moonlight on white beach sands
The radiating eye pleasing sight of a freshly bloomed rose
Or the feel of the caressing touch of another’s hands
The feelings quickly driven home by the winking smile given
Or the smell of lush living green foliage after a days rain
The agony of the tolling of another’s coming funeral bell
Or the fierce beating lashed from a broken heart’s pain
The suffocating, spiraling freefall into the pit of despairs
Or the narcissistic slap handed out by the wielder of fate
The cry of a raped soul by the cruel thief of innocence
Or the betrayal of a trusted friend caused by undeserved hate

She is the mysterious train wreck of both joy, and pained abuse
Crashing into this poet’s soul, secreting creativity’s welcomed seduce

That was very nice

crashing into You

As she lands may your Souls rejoice in this journey