©Prophesy (The Fire of Enlightenment)
No quick or witty meaning words to place,no puzzle to fill in the missing piece,
just you and your muse face to face,
conversing so strong, such divine release.
The words they flow like wine tonight,
giving to others your sacred see,
no phoenix post of fiery flight,
could inspire so much as a speck of thee.
I read your speech like a river clear,
so close to my heart I hold them,
each phrase you spill to me so dear,
of your fruit am I but a stem.
I've never been touched so deep or true,
as I have with what you have to say,
a true gift came to me from you,
upon reading the fields of whence you play.
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