The muse, she speaks...

The muse, she speaks,
Direct to me.
In storms, her words
cry out, from my lips,
Triumphant.

Speaking forth,
The hidden truths,
From her heart,
So bold, and fearless.

Light and lightning,
Shining out,
The chorus echoes,
Terrifying, terrible,
It never stops.

As I plunge, again,
Into icy waters,
Beneath the din,
She speaks to me.

My mind is captured,
Clear, like glass,
Sharp as crystal,
Cold as ice.

Beckoning,
with her fearless charge.
Know thyself.
Be thyself.
Until our words, are one.

Gone is structure,
Blown away,
As gales assault,
All reason, here.

As I'm in her,
And she in me,
We both speak forth,
All mysteries.

The night falls down,
And truth is known,
As all the light,
In darkness, shown.