The Poets Soul

On Prose

Speak to me underneath the wishing tree
of poets songs and fantasy
oneness of soul and solidarity-

Give to me words
that reach across time
tales of love and sadness divine
for therein is the writers heart
that pen and paper never part-

For the lyrics play across ages old
bespeaking stories unforetold-

Sheltered remnants of iridescent though
seeking solace that eternally
has ever been sought-

So the poet is keeper of all that remains
for his fortune is not of wealth nor of fame
but of words that live on
in one persons heart
and in happiness or sorrow
can never truly part-