I keep a secret within

I am a human in your world.
My sleep and wake accords to time,
My heartbeat follows that of yours;
No difference- what is yours is mine.

But nonetheless, I am not weak.
I have a hunger for the night,
I own a soul that never sleeps;
I run...until the day I die.

I am a poet made of dreams;
My shadow is an artist's wing.
I am unspoken and unseen,
Miraculous- but not divine.

You cannot catch me in my world,
Where time accords to what I do,
Where written words begin to move;
Where trickery is common too...

There is no understanding there,
No need to chase what is unknown.
For there are holy things I bear...
So holy- they are not to own!