Lines written in thanks

[cryptomancer]

Once more I reach out to my muse,

Opening the long closed door of trust,

That her beauty is all and all besides is dust.

I seek the burning solitude of ink,

Melting again my mind to soak the forgotten pages

That soft bed of pressed fiber, embracing my soul.

I reach out once more to the joys of old,

All I ever wished to write, muse of beauty my guide,

My dawn, my day, my blessed night, all is her.

I cannot forget, her inspiration awakes my all,

I am nothing but poet to her, she is my very soul.

None but the lost truly know, the wonder of a guide,

None but the poets truly trust, the beauty by their side.

 

[Ozymandias]

Very clear, yet so evocative, it almost demands illustration.