My Inspiration

Lost in a desert of my own deep decline
I stumbled on the blistering sand
The burning in my heart just too intense
To allow my pumping chest respite
Directionless, I reached out
My dirty fingers grasping only mirages
Of grandeur and temptation
My distracted mind dwelling on fairytales
To do nothing but ease my unease
Put to rest my unrest
Dream away my nightmare...
But my inescapable captor
Pulls me back to my fiery prison
My desert of torment
Of disappointment
Of rejection
Faithlessness
Hopelessness...

Then upon my chapped blood-stained lips
Fell an Inspiration
A prayer of the emancipation of myself, from myself
My teary eyes cast downwards, my burning palms
Dug deep into the cleansing sands...
Inspiration...
A light kiss whispering through my deadened hair
As a soft breeze caressed my beaten skin
The harsh tormenting sun
Scorching my soul from directly above
Now softeningly, gently gracing my countenance
Allowing me witness to its Divine beauty
As it slowly melted into the horizon
Under a blanket of its own red hue
Inspiration, she whispered in my ear...

With the shelter of the darkening skies
And from my teacher, the sun
I have found direction
The night breeze cooling my scorching heart
Allowing me respite
The peace of the night
Allowing me rest
Inspiration, she helps me find strength
And she helps me find wisdom
Let me use my direction, and the cover of my respite
To construct my shelter of Faith
For I know tomorrow my tormenting teacher will return
To scorch my mind with restlessness and distraction
I know that those tempting mirages will seduce me to the furnace
I know I will stumble and I will fall
But Inspiration will guide me to my shelter of Faith
And our Prayer will stand...

Oh Lord of the Worlds, grant me the Inspiration and Wisdom to know that
I need shelter from the Fire, the strength and character to build a
strong shelter thats foundation is Faith, and thats bricks are Good
Deeds, the guidance and courage to find my shelter through the most
scorching heatwaves and mirages that distract and deceive me, and the
Faith to know that my cool respite will come...

My Inspiration, she will fade...
Her soft voice will echo...
But her message will dissolve...
Her diamonds of Wisdom
Her pearls of Hope
Her gold of Intent
Will be lost under the blanket of time
Then I will stand beside my shelter
And I will face the harsh oncoming days
Alone
Awaiting her return with Hope
And building my shelter
So that if ever she returns
It will be strong enough to shelter us both...

My Inspiration brought me Love
And I return that gift

I love you always
You are my inspiration...