Poet's Song

There’s something in a poem that won’t leave us alone - a wanting we must surrender to. We look upward for hope and purpose for that single ray to guide us. There sit our stars we divined; our stellar friends who bathe us in thought. So grow those sounds once silent that speak with their own life. Now words written on this thin fabric of paper that lightens our souls, once strings of syllables appear in forms we never had thought. But always knowing; these little strings once plucked will make this song, this poem. This knowing we never knew…