Inspiration of Tides

Faint whispering breeze

upon your morning shadow

whispers your mystery.

I scrape up your roots

and follow your flashes.

Words sleep fitfully

in my mind until you,

my enchanting muse,

wrap me in your

inspirational blanket,

intoxicating me

with ethereal visions

and swirling auras.

Underneath my skin,

I feel nothing

until you throw me

a lifeline to entice me

to the light brushing

under my door,

awakening senses

arousing decadent flesh

teaching me to scribble

raw words,

venturing to vistas

with no horizons.

Teaching me to tiptoe

in the light of the moon

and shoot my soul

with laser beams

of creative energy.

Vibrations in veiled heart

levitate as I hold

my cup for you to fill.

I quiver when you move

into my writings

to reside with me -

clone of my soul,

inspiration of tides.