THE POET'S VOICE
I’ve heard the poet’s voice
Many years now
It speaks from distant lands
Beyond sun and cloud
It comes not by choice
But flows in through me
I am its voluntary vessel
In its overflowing sea
Sometimes it comes
As in a trance it seems
Other times I hear it
In my evening dreams
It fills my soul
With everlasting love
Embracing me
With strength from above
It has a visionary power in its throat
To speak of death decay or growth
Or enter into sorrow or into pain
Or sing with joy and cheer all the same
At times it sings with music divine
Of truthful worlds hidden and sublime
Its tone is clear
Emotions wise and dear
If ever you should hear it
Protect it from your doubt
And you will surely know
What the world is all about
Its power is everlasting
Like the world it’s speaking of
Nothing that it ever touches dies
It has the power to immortalize
Its source is truly a Holy Fount
A sacred spring indeed
A voice that may often save you
When your soul may be in need
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