To: Man

Alas I take my leave, my friend
The poet's work will never bend
To will of man or earthly mortal
We take our leave through heaven's portal

SEEK the Truth & heal the blind &
Love on those you leave behind

For we are clay, and nothing more
Alas the True GOD will adore
Your prayers, thoughts and words of song
Even when you're feeling wrong.

So long.

We long for thee and all your grace
Which permeates through Ether's space
Who's love and kindness thus survives
Even when they take our lives.

We are not far, we're always there
We poets preaching everywhere.

So harken sounds which fans the flames
And minds of men on sacred planes!
For WE shall rise again one day
Alas tomorrow, not today.

So play and play your lyre well &
Echo sounds which duly tell
Of LOVE and joy and all the Kings &
Never fear when Spirit rings.

"I love YOU, poets, never fear"
.
The messenger of bliss replied
with joyful cheer