Homage to Figures of Art and Poetry

Barons of masterful verse,
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.

Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.

Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke,
climbing toward heavens hope.

Michelangelo,
sculptor of stone and silence,
your twilight phantoms rise deliberate,
their skilled and rigid fingers
tear open the veil,
revealing eternity's fragile edge.

Milton,
in words your fury, the muse dances.
The Barbary lion roars within you,
caged and bound by mortal limits,
but wonderous beauty emerges
from the shadows of loss.

Watteau,
your carnival flutters
a dance of spirits in fragile light,
moths circling beautiful chandeliers
that illuminate fleeting joys
and the quiet sigh of change.

Blake,
you dream where heaven meets hell.
Angels and devils, the lines between blur,
the lamb and the tiger stand as mirrored truths,
burning bright in eternal paradox.

Poe,
your forest of firs
is steeped in blood and shadow,
where ravens cry to broken skies
and the madness of men
becomes a whispered hymn.

O sentinels of the soul,
you walk the corridors of eternity,
drawing light from the dark,
distilling the human dream,
bringing colours to imagination,
sacred words to our existence.

Your words they burn like wild fires,
distance between signals on hills,
Poets, lyrical geniuses calling to the lost,
who blindly wander through the dark,
In forests of time and splendor.

This is your art:
sculpting heavenly beauty from pain,
lifting tears toward infinity,
lighting shorelines of existence,
fires of grief and wonder,
through pure everlasting meaning .

We your students and followers,
the hunters of purity and enlightenment,
follow lanterns through mists,
life through shifting sand of time,
carry your secrets which lay hidden,
through the endless night.