A public apology to my Muse

[cryptomancer]

What possessed me to slip from your side?

There where I ever should have stood,

Regardless of the view of me in your eyes,

Wings should lift me above my emotive flood.

 

I let pain become my muse,

Falling to the trap of an ancient me,

Versions of repeated crimes

Breaking what I was meant to be.

 

I wrote for pain, selfish pride,

Lost the will to see how oft’ you cried,

You ever were my goddess, my life,

Your angel fell, tearing at wings he could not hide.

 

So here I sit, and look back, look up, search,

For eyes that are my heaven still,

Colour of my eternity, my dreams, my loving reality,

Have I fallen too far? I do not know,

 

All I have, I now let go.

I have seen again my all,

That gentle sweeping panorama of my world,

The light I have is you. Ever that will be true.

 

So here I bow, I wait, I pray.

You have your life, your love,

Turmoil may unbalance all,

But should never have made your angel fall.

 

So here I am, ever waiting, vigilant guardian,

Angel as you were first to bless,

Carved words of power upon my skin, I am blest.

Knowing your eyes still light my world.

 

You are my muse, again I write, you are my awen,

Burning insight, awakening all my joy of life,

You are my light; my world is seen in reflections of you

I pray, I may provide some light back to you.

 

No matter what happens, by your side I stay.

The wings you gave me, ever yours to call.

Yours to command, should you ever need.

Goddess mine, everloved, my heaven, my sky.

 

Thank you my love,

You are the colour and light by which all else is seen,

Always, forever.

I am sorry.