poets

 
dismal day don't be my friend
in sadness gloom I find myself
wishing in grief for a brighter tomorrow
where in I could redeem my soul

sacred dawn allow me this priviledge
to cast my lot with the fates
bringing my life to fruition

intution tells me not to follow the path of least resistance
but to blaze my own trail
through the valled of the dead

awakening to new horizons
my sorrow understood in artistic expression
to be an indelible mark on the souls I touch

reaching unto the immortal
in keeping with those who went before me
poets of the art
whose own spirit becomes one with the language we speak

a sanctuary to all who pine
a mighty tree with myriad of branches
for the restless spirits to find reprieve