She Inspires

Why do we sail,
For a face, a name
Or for fairytale gold?


To touch with Gods
To feel their wisdoms
To know the truths they may hold?

For inspiration
In desperation
Or simply to get out, out there?

To know her
It is pointless
She would only show me myself

Beyond my promises
Beneath my hopes
She believes there is more

Without fear
Without favour
She chooses me for now

She gives
She takes
She inspires without sides

And now I believe
There is more
And I shall never go back

Before I Go

17 minutes overdue, I received a concerned piece of advice; thus followed this piece, dedicated to the unexpected moments of impending realisation, of powerful inspiration.

"Before I Go"

I have challenged the tides
Debated the winds,
And questioned the sun.

They all speak
A wisdom to me, profound,
Only with a greater patience.

They make me feel young
I make myself feel righteous
To that, they will only smile, and wait.

"Those who follow the Gods,
Kiss their steps, worship
And know their songs," they said

"Will find neither heaven gates
nor hell fires; only love."
And I am silenced.

"Release yourself and allow us
From thy fervent prison;
Full of burning faith and conviction."

I am all but quiet, in the company
Of a beating guilty nod within
I cannot ignore my heart, no.

"Fight not these blameless angels
To demand a worldly miracle,"
They continue, piercing my shame

"Walk with feet of own,
Fly only with wings given.
Try not and confuse not the two."

"For you and We are one
But not the same. Go."
And I went, along, away; aware.