Eve of Inspiration Part 3 of Part 3

XIX. In silent night the secrets lie And I doubt the often telling Will impede upon the venue Of a lust so often showing If you think your demons ill of heart Then rouse them, for the going, But if you know they harm no ear, Then quiet! Not for knowing! XX. I like the literary sparkle of a poet And the songwriter I favor quite as well And the two combined are unlike any beauty And a teacher, possess both in equal spells Though they may never linger, softly longing, Writing poetry, or humming tune-d prose In the mind of open cherubs, they are angels As in heaven there are softest ringing bells. XXI. A reckless flirtation, lets loose a guilt that only truer lover know Although unintentional in mention You caused the both to suffer through the show And the wings you wear were sinking through your slumber Pulling downwards on a conscience in denial For you’re better off to honest face your demons Than to think escape of this world, like a child! This is not to say that dream is un-imagined Nor to imagine would I disregard in spite For the fruit of a mind working is in order And the labor of a love is worth its plight But when stumbling, step lightly, lest you blister From the coals that linger weary under feet It is you who hold the candle and the fire And it is you who wrote your reason, to the fates! XXII. All the women singing softly, tender songs Of un-sung love Touching themselves deep inside a heart, no other could And if only in their anguish They’d surrender with a sigh We could love that way forever And we’d never want to die. XXIII. Jealous guilt betrays my mind Alas, who suffers greatest- The self who unaware reclines Or she who’s left, The Weighted! XXIV. I sleep with perfect memory Of harmony- she gave us- And wish to travel worlds of light None hated and none heinous.