Heart Of A Poet
Mystery tears up the planks,hear,hear,its the beating of hideous heart.While i Pondered weak and weary.Like taking the beak of the raven out of my heart.
From a place u will not see,comes a sound u will not hear.just like a flash of light Which understanding can not fathom,from the depths flows words which an Avenue emotion is channeled.It speaks always.....
Ahoy!images simmering thru from the depths to the facade parts where its taken As means of communication like a puzzle remains unsolved,unbroken.
Heart of a poet,reservoir of wisdom,easy and steady words are slaves to it.
A voiceless voice it triumphs thru ages listening as wisdom echoes from Mountaintops inspiring the it, ready to bear.Soothes the weary heart and a Tool of discord it stirs up rift like two edged sword.
The heart of the poet is the keeper of thoughts that never dies.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2017