To be a poem

Oh, how I long to be a poem
written on eternity.
I yearn to have my soul spelled out
in words
              that set my spirit free.

I hunger in the night to cleave
myself unto pure pages
with lexis that will satisfy
mortal hearts,
               throughout the ages.

To transform into timeless verse
is my sacrosanct desire.
To share with human consciousness
the brilliance
                 of my fire.

I crave it more then heaven
my story carved in stone.
A tale of life and love and death
of joys
                and sorrows I have known.

Oh, how I long to see myself
in glorious black and white
my essence bled upon the page
for everyone’s
                 delight.

There is nothing more beloved by man
then poignant poetry.
So I long for metamorphosis
to come
                  and transform me.




Patricia Gibson-Williams
November 19, 2005