Musing 10
The Poet's Muse
Like a drop of water upon creation's wake
I fall into the infinite depths of time
I feel the power of the spirits
as they move by me
Forever lost in their desperate attempt
to find in death what they could not find in life
The earth is a million answers old
and i ask........why? why?
I look inside myself and see the answers
there for a hundred and one lifetimes
In single strokes my soul inscribes these words
of Unspoken thoughts
The earth is a million answers old
and i ask......why? why?
My mind wonders to times past and
words unspoken
a million questions unanswered
a million visions unseen
The earth is a million answers old
and i ask.....why? why?
And then heaven does it
come to me
In the vision that my soul has been freed.
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