My Muse

Saved from a fatal love, by the speaking of my name

with devotion's tender tone -

reaching across silent space

and wrapping its sweet allay around me;

healing wreckage caused by betrayal

through the unlocking of shackles that bound - misery to my heart,

which allowed an exploration of a soul's dark night,

without sin's judgment

of mistakes

and errors in thought made.

Judgment, that would have pulled me down

into the depths,

where damnation reigns and imprisons - away from love's light.

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A night,

when hope can be seen

and dreams are born.

And where desire propels me toward a star

holding joyful victory dances;

for the completion of a tale

containing another fulfilled and shining life.