A Poet's Soul

Who's this, that makes a poet's soul, and motivates the heart? Who exposes one's true yearnings. in depths that's set apart. What stirs the scribal cauldron's lust that moves the pen to write? What mysteries the quill brings forth. does wisdom forge the light? I know not where the winds may blow as passion dwells within. But I know this, that I will write that truth is next of kin. Deep in the canyons of my mind that screams for sweet release, I can't contain that precious brew - a tide that cannot cease. The universal Master's hand this most precious of all gifts. Is likewise host to beauty's fest and healer of all rifts.