My Muse Who Will Stay

When the sunlight is hitting his face
First thing in the morning, he
Reminds me of an angel who sleeps
So peacefully. His halo of light has
My hand itching to write all down.
His features that I want to trace
With my palm and pen. He would be
My muse and inspiration that seeps
Through my soul. My mind that is as
Dark as the night sky turns around
And makes everything light up again.
Those moments in between every
Kiss when I smile like I have not been
Smiling or laughing for many years.
It is in those moments that the rain
Has finally stopped and the reverie
Comes to life. Everything is clean
And green again. All of the tears
Have come but stopped before they
Could go further. My muse will stay.