The Poet's Hope

I read many poems and in them recognize depth and pain The deep compassion and feelings for one’s fellow man I read and my heart deeply joins in a Poets dark despair Yet I must not allow myself to fall into the black pits of life I start to think how shallow my words they so must seem But I think in life there is a need for eagles flying free We need the up lifters, who also dance on mountain tops Telling all of pink fluffy clouds and yellow flaming sunsets Birds singing in the trees and life and the joy it gives And we also need the reminders, that life for some is hell Light and dark, yin and yang both serve a purpose The two opposite ways of thinking so apart yet so entwined All I have is words and beautiful melodies deep in my heart With the desire to uplift the spirit and to offer hope and dreams Art, music, stories, poetry, songs they all contribute to life Capable of uplifting the saddened soul offering respite Making believers out of doubters and goodness out of hell Wherever I lay my head I chose only beauty to find there I don’t have the power to save the world but I can offer love Love through music, words and song to lifts the spirits high We will survive, we will survive come join me in my dance!