Song of the Omega’s Child.

From the realm of the Omegas, I follow the pulse of his being.

I am his ghost, his muse, his inspiration.

I am the loneliness deep in his soul.

I am the joyful throb of his heart.

I am the beat of his music.

I am the wraith that dances to the rhythms he creates.

I am his sadness, his joy, his hope –

His love, scorching hot and bitterly cold.

He cannot feel the gentle touch of my fingers in his hair,

Of my lips caressing his cheek.

He writes love songs for me, to me, about me –

But alas, he cannot love me.

He goes to many with his caresses and his love –

But he writes his love songs for me.

He feels my presence as the music flows from his heart.

When I touch his mind with my love, I feel his gentle withdrawal.

Though his songs speak of happiness, I alone feel his sadness.

I feel his emptiness and the loneliness of his heart.

His muse from that other realm, I am a child of the Omegas.

I don’t know when I began….

I don’t know when I ended….

I just know that I was!