Inspiration

What a gift it is to inspire
even with no desire
one heart holds another, so dear
in a Glorious embrace as if filtered air
traveled in time
to its destination
weaves a beauty of unknown kind
we may not know this mystical ways
and magical powers
the only thing remains
so alive and sacred
is the unseen part
of experience itself
you know, like a tender whisper
somewhere without a recognition
you may feel it once
when the wind crosses your path
and plays with your hair
but untangles a melody
so it touches you with hands not seen
I may say that, i may
as the only description that I may be aware of
yet it lingers in deeper thoughts
of consciousness
so we may travel here to destinations
so dear to us
we long for them every moment
as we sleep in the night hours
and the wolf is awake
sending his vice upon the moons gaze
it is all about inspiration
touching the notes not yet discovered
traveling the veins injecting its power
with a potent venom
inspiration they write about
in the books, we all read them
trying to touch those parts
belonging to the ravens
that sing their songs
discovering the tunnels
to everlasting songs
sang so well with just nurturing sounds
~capturing nothing more
~Inspiration