Kiss of a muse

Kisses from the muse swell with forms from cracked stone 
reckless nymphs drag the images out of night 
Each one screaming, stop dreaming! 
She folds me in her wings 
the night disarmed, the curve of sky 
Windswept dream of angels creep through 
My new eyes up, I give their image to my soul 
spirited in hunks of color and lion's roar 
Soul astounded,in a moment see,what I and the world have dreamt 
With dancing eyes charged by drinking lightning with long kisses 
heart rises, peopled with spirits and fire 
tenderness and garlands of stars 
And my new vision 
shatters like a jar 
and love took me in 
where believing was seeing farther than everything 
and everything 
fell into me 
and I into it