October 22, 2011

• Thoughts Unseen

   

   Beyond the shade of evening light
  and far from the brilliance of stars
  there is a place where thoughts are born
  and where they go when dimmed.

  It is a place where no man can go
  not flesh nor soul or ghost
  It is where all dreams are made
  and where poems reign as king

  Poems within transparent books
  Of words from thoughts unseen
  When opened the words pierce the poet’s skull
  and forms the verse he sees

  Books only opened up by love
  or peace or hate and jealousy
  Pages turned by an emotional muse
  Who throws them out at lightning speed

  Thoughts caught by hollow porous bone
  squarely behind wide tinted eyes
  Words caught by a searching willing soul
  That he thinks are his own

  E.

   

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