Musing on my Muse.

I will sing those lullabies and I will kindle the fire,hence
the wall fill fall, the armor shed,
I will, jump the fence.
Not for who you are, not for who you were,
not for who you will become,
(the universe is awake, regardless of what you stake,
and the pain will succumb.)
Each tear that has fallen,
and every moment that was sad,
will be dwarfed in comparison
to the magic to be had.
The trees have wisdom and the wind has wrath,
and they are in tune with the universe,
and committed to their path.
I was whole discordian
till you had come along,
and then I had no choice,
but to see the order in my song.
We'll rediscover Wonderland and
Xanadu, and
Shangri La,
explore the insides of our minds,
and then,
travel far,
further than our foresight can perceive, my love,
We will live the fairy tales,
we'll milk each moment from this life, my love,
till that life force fails.