As you are drawn beside the creek
The clear waters rush, the aluvial peace
Dip the pan to scoop into that leat
The nuggets shine for you to seize

And in our way we so divine
And in our mind the birch twig bend
We seek to turn plain water into wine
like Scott serching for the pole half blind

Because true poets feel the draw
Of love and pasion, loss and war
The lines of force spill out to rest ajar
The north and south the collective pair

The physics just to interact
To write alone not just to attract
 Distort not from truth and fact
 Compass swings both fore and aft

The jewels glint in the settings clasp
Released from the mines unyealding face
For that facet we try to ape
The magnet of the words towards page

The hypnotise that dreamcatchers potential
From ones soul, the mime a silent discourse
Chinese whispers your brain the lateral
Parlance to move with that invisible force
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