I am the god
Who brings the sun to shine
With my silver bow and lyre
I shoot muse across the sky

I am the ink
That caresses your page
The rhythmic verses
Dancing across life's stage
I can bring you great health
But beware I can bring you the plague

Listen to life's harmony
And poetic flow
Syncing with my muse
I'll give you a show

This is my day but it's time for me to go
I'll shoot to the sky with my trusty bow
Upon you head my symphonies will snow
But I'll be back for sure with muse for tomorrow
For my name is Apollo

God must've painted the sunset in your eyelids
and the stars in your eyes
he must've made a jungle out of your heart
that everyone keeps getting lost in,
drowned by a forest of wildfires.
he must've tucked sunshine in the corners of your smiles.
he must've patterned the oceans and seas with your words --
i keep drowning in them.
he must've tried to recreate the softness of heaven in your lips.
blackholes may have been named after your eyes --
they keep ******* me in and I can't help but see the birth of stars in their edges.

you are a whole universe of your own,
and I like exploring the corners of it alone.