My Poet's Soul
I wake upon a poet's cloud
In the paradise of my mind,
With treasured thoughts
That wake with me
In the flow of passing time--
Just waking to the brand new air
Of a brand new granted day
To feel the beat of my poet's heart
In a calm and loving way.
I float down on a poet's feather,
That kept its promise told
To land with peace
Right where it should
On the surface of my soul,
And Oh, I feel
Yes, how I feel
That freedom has come to me
Like a song will come
To the morning bird
In spirited melodies.
I walk the crystal poet's path
Where such a garden grows
And what I hear
Is love's sweet whisper
From the blooming poet's rose
That leads me to another place
If tired I should seem
Where I may drink the purest water
From the golden poet's stream.
I board the sacred poet's ship,
And sail the Rhyming Sea
To hear the waves so bold and swift
Swish with harmony,
And what am I to think of this,
Than that of which is true--
'Tis but a touch of bliss and beauty
To make an old dream new.
I feel the precious poet's joy
And I've felt it all the while,
For you can feel
Along the way
Just when a poet smiles.
I hear a kind of muffled sound--
'The day has to end'
So says the soft and final stroke
Of the priceless poet's pen.
I am caressed by a poet's breeze
As it takes me to the sky,
Now filled with wonders
That fill the night
With wishes for wings to fly
In the secret flow of passing time
In a distance not so far....
I shall rest
And dream again
Upon a poet's star.
~T.S. Wilkins~
